Joy given by the pain bestowed upon those I crush under my thumb, tortured screams and moans are my music and illness of mind my muse. this is my night of deceit and slight of hand. Unconventional instruments in my hands bring forth that which gives me no greater pleasure in my twisted life, I alone can make the world right through punishment of the weak minded and weak willed, those who know not the face of their pain but cry in his hands, in my hands, their blood gives me strength when I think myself wrong and sweeps doubt from all corners of my mind as I give justice for their crimes, some not yet committed. yeah i am a monster. but i am a monster of unconventional being. i make the strong look weak with the hauntings i bring. my mind is unclear but these “victims” of mine are more monsters than i will ever be. i break all rules. and Those who claim that my evil is not as mighty as the scared whispers claim have never seen the tools of my trade but will soon feel the fire of true fear burning in their very cores. ask the people who have seen the terror i ensue in the heart of the young they will murmur the pain brung upon them the horrors i create can bring the mightiest of goliaths down to theirs knees to beg for forgiveness for crimes done to others the inhumane way they live the scars they have made upon others for no other reason than to watch them suffer. people want to see this world burn i have the intentions of selling the remnants of what of what man used to be, creating a society being based on no rules, an anarchy, the world will always burn, making life fun for the like minded, enjoyable for those almost as twisted as I. They say I am the crazy one, born of insanity and twisted heart but i have not lead them to where they now stand, I simply take advantage. people have not...." "the people of ill mind, vain heart and greedy hands, to be redeemed by those of tortured soul.... . i will watch until the world is nothing but graves and i drink the blood upon the ruins they say im the crazy one the one of insanity. people have not taken the time to see each other a new world is not a wish but the future lead by people of ill minds and tortured soul so i ask take my hand and burn the world with me until the skylines crash and the walls turn to ash until the monsters of humanity truely live.