Lovers, relatives, the fate of being banished.
My soul
has fallen.
Become a puppet of the devil.
Nothing makes me happier than killing.
Nothing excites me more than revenge.
Approach my enemy.
Let me taste the deliciousness of blood.
Deception and hatred.
wrapped around my soul.
Full of bloody stench.
Let the world be wiped out under the knife.
There's nothing more creepy than that.
There's nothing more heart-wrenching than that.
I am blinded by hatred.
The bloodthirsty butcher knife drives me crazy.
I am confused by lies.
Dirty blood flows into the sewer.
Nothing can save.
My fault,
my surprise.
Let me also fall to this butcher's knife.
Let me perish in the basement of the world with the stench of hatred.
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