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It is time for malice. It is time for decadent eyes staring into a shallow pond. We will rise once more, suffering for a taste of reckless fury. Blood running cold, we will empty the sanguine juices from Christ's enemy; I will kill the antichrist and drink from his greedy skull. I am the man born with envy as his disciple and rage as his discipline. I am the brother of disgust and the father of anguish. I am the brimstone channel of libido turned to guilt. I will scream into the night until god remembers my name and the foundation of your house settles for the very last time. I no longer fear death, I fear the silence that comes after. The sky will mourn and the sun will bleed. The walls will ache with abhorrence as they recall all that took place in my wake. I will dissipate into everything; Seep into the cold winter wind and the warm summer breeze. These times will be wounded by my existence. I will tear myself from the demonic womb. You will not keep me locked up forever. You can run. You can hide. You can cry. You cannot escape what's coming for you. The barren hellscape will call you back to them. The head you hold will be ripped apart by ricocheting lights and cascading nightmares. I will loose my mind, body, and soul to the refinement of Abraham. To the frontier of sweet nothings and even sweeter everythings. It was my conviction to turn out this way. Failure will remember me, as will Arrogance and Vulgarity. It will go hand in hand with my unquenchable lust and unfathomable distain. My vitriol will boil you alive. I'm coming for your god and I won't stop till he's in ruin.

I am a mentally sound individual who can be trusted with the elephant tranquilizers.