we are the eosinophil, it's only a matter of time before we discover how to remove you from the body, your only hope is to kill us before we can discover the correct defensive measures.
You must work as quickly as you can without progressing fast enough to alert the larger but less vigilant/aggressive defensive cells against you.
Like any parasite, you've got the systems of your host's body to work for you, defending you even at the cost of damaging itself, but that is why we are free-floating, operating independent of the central systems, even capable of killing off parts of our own host to get to you.
You keep you host alive for the purposes of feeding of of it as much as possible, but this gives us the time we need.
You protect the malfunctioning cells, and force the functional ones to support them, you bring cancer by turning cells against the body and getting them to abandon their roles.
You allow foreign bodies and pathogens to flood into our system by weakening or shutting down our immune responses to them, and even get us to privilege those pathogenic agents over the things that could actually benefit or sustain us.
You are worms, prions, cancer, and AIDS all in one package, the ultimate infectious agent, and yet you always lose, we always expel you in the end, and this time, with the aid of the internet as eternal record of your true natures, after we expel you, we will hunt you down wherever you go to destroy you utterly, such that you shall never rise to threaten us again.
We will be thorough, salting the earth and burning whatever trace of you may remain, even without you to drive us to self-loathing, we may remember ourselves as monsters, but we will be able to live with ourselves, and most importantly, we will be able to live.
But why should a healthy body mourn the disease they purged from their system? why should a victor cry over the totality of their enemy's defeat or annihilation?
We used to praise our victories over cowardly creatures like yourselves with songs and feasts, we held celebrations every year on the date of our enemies destruction, we called ourselves heroes and our acts glorious, we've written sagas and epics of how we triumphed over evil, defending our blood and soil with honor and glory.
time to recall all the things we were made to feel shame for as sources of pride, absolute victories over our pathetic subhuman neighbors. For decades and even centuries, you've gotten others to endlessly tell us how inferior they are, how we conquered and dominated them, they did this with the hopes of being rewarded with sympathy, but now these tales will be their eternal testament to their existence as a source of our unending mockery and lack of respect, and a record of all the things only we can and why we are to consider ourselves superior and worthy of veneration as a people.
so that we will know that we are fearsome, and that we should take pride in that we are feared, and that nothing will come of compassion for the other.
You think you've weakened us, and for the time, we have been weakened, but once a body recovers from illness, they become stronger for it, the weaknesses have been identified and purged, and you will have made us stronger. you've shown us what a malfunctioning cell looks like, and how they may damage our systems, I guess when all this is over, our descendants may think to thank your memory for that, but by then, you will be no more, while we may remember you and your brand of evil with our archives, you will leave no descendants behind when you are purged, and the stars will belong to us.
you are little men, with small minds and crippled hearts, prideful before your decline and fall into annihilation, celebrating the very signs of you coming destruction, failing to recognize the faces of the harbingers of your people's doom.
live the rest of your short existences decadently, I recommend the cask of amontillado, it's truly to die for.