I want to murder. To kill, to take a life, to play god. I am angry, I am frustrated and I want to rip flesh from muscle and muscle from bone. I want to drape myself in tendons and feast on veins. I want to dance in your skin and devour your soul. I want to watch your body decompose and conduct the symphony of maggots bursting from your former shell. The earth is mine and you all are my puppets. Dance for Daddy.
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