Come hell or high water take this Godforsaken land from me, allow for your immortal slaves to destroy all this pain. Take from me what I so happily took from others for I can not do it anymore, take my life in a more violent manner make it so that those who read about it will feel the pain as if it were being done to them, make it so that a vicarious feeling would be a dream, a dream that they would never wish upon themselves or any other. While pandemonium and taciturnity exist contemporaneously, let all else in life fail, let everything perish with the pain of one who has committed a thousand unforgiving sins a thousand times over. Hell or high water will seem like a gift from God when all lay witness to the pure insanity and evil of the undead, of the immortal, and of the truth that all who live are in fact dead and rotting. The truth has been blinded to us by our maker, but when the day of reckoning and suffering come the truth will be out and all life will be thrown into a spiral of utter torment, confusion, and denial, pushing us into an internal mental void where we are left to mentally rot and pray for hell or high water… a gift from God.
This is, like most of my writings, a bit more on the darker side, and may be a little bothersome to some people.