IN YOUR OPINION i am the evil seed. I bring nothing but hate, anger, violence, stupidy , pervertedness to this world right?
i beg to differ . Y cant you see my position from my perspective. Why cant you intelligent people view my actions the way i see them. Fine slashing her throat , decorating my room with her intestines and blood, goughing her eyes out with an old pen and chopping her womb with a cleaver and ripping the little one...might have seemed a little crude and possibly slightly unhygenic.
BUT
Cant you upholders of culture and finesse see the beauty in my actions... cant u see what i create?... cant u listen to my room panting from the half dead? ... wait dont call them half dead... call them "transenders" for they have been priviliged enough to experince the good from both worlds... my room :--) or my workshop as i prefer to call it...is a stark contrast compared to your abnormal world.
I know what u may think... u think i am a pyscho... a killer... a terrorist and BASTAARD huh? ... well?... no NO...NO! .. NO AND NO!!
i enjoy my work and i feel honored by the Job my lord has given me... i give the chosen ones another form of existance.. they exist in the tunnel between the two realities... I must create art... i must nothing can stop me expressing myself...
They are the canvas , Their crimson flood is the paint , their flesh the food for my art , their souls the beacons to signal the good one on the other side and their delicious pleas for mercy and screems ..the inspiration
i beg to differ . Y cant you see my position from my perspective. Why cant you intelligent people view my actions the way i see them. Fine slashing her throat , decorating my room with her intestines and blood, goughing her eyes out with an old pen and chopping her womb with a cleaver and ripping the little one...might have seemed a little crude and possibly slightly unhygenic.
BUT
Cant you upholders of culture and finesse see the beauty in my actions... cant u see what i create?... cant u listen to my room panting from the half dead? ... wait dont call them half dead... call them "transenders" for they have been priviliged enough to experince the good from both worlds... my room :--) or my workshop as i prefer to call it...is a stark contrast compared to your abnormal world.
I know what u may think... u think i am a pyscho... a killer... a terrorist and BASTAARD huh? ... well?... no NO...NO! .. NO AND NO!!
i enjoy my work and i feel honored by the Job my lord has given me... i give the chosen ones another form of existance.. they exist in the tunnel between the two realities... I must create art... i must nothing can stop me expressing myself...
They are the canvas , Their crimson flood is the paint , their flesh the food for my art , their souls the beacons to signal the good one on the other side and their delicious pleas for mercy and screems ..the inspiration
.. or u think m too immature to b ur khala anymore?! 
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