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YOUR WEEPING WON'T HELP.

YOU DON'T CARE. YOU DON'T LOVE ME. I ONLY LOVE MYSELF.

so you millions scared and weak, prepare for some devastation, some blood soaked hands, some broken bones, and mass body counts across your nations.

their bed is a huge altar, built of stone.

you're going to die! you're going to die! you're going to die!

his humiliation. rubbing his face in the shit.

blood surrounds me, drowns my sight, so that when I think, before an image forms, it's consumed by blood.

the father, the sin, and the wholly gross.

I'll break your neck so you can watch your back.

I'm a nobody in the shadows of a real, mortal human body.

cursed by fate; my salvation defiled.

I cleaned you. I let you be like a person.

DO I FEEL REMORSE? DO I FEEL PROUD? DO I FEEL AT ALL? YOU WILL NEVER KNOW. AND I WILL NEVER TELL.

but to praise despair is to condemn delight, to embrace violence is to lose hold of everything else.

this place is nowhere after all.

I gave you a secret place. just for you. a place to clean your disgusting body.

the father, the sin, and the wholly gross.

cycle of blood. it's all the same.

YOUR VOICE WAS GOD'S VOICE.

part man. part woman. electricity enflames my brain. voltage. current.