There are times when the things you do must be thought out carefully. You must make them think that your the dummy the one that has no reason to make them feel threatened while in fact your planning there destruction. We are the future and the end the environment is the least of your problems. It is me and my followers that are in hiding and waiting for you to make your first mistake so what are you waiting for make it I dare you. We are Waiting for you.
I wake up feeling disappointed at myself. Why am I still here? In this toxic hell I call my life. I stand around doing nothing getting mentally beaten day after day night after night when will it all end. End a grim voice echoes in my mind, as I stop to imagine if it was one of my morbid personalities trying to get out. In the meantime my body is also hellishly twisting it’s self to look like the voice that’s in my head. I look in a mirror at myself Damm all I need is horns and a tail. I shake my head with my eyes closed and I keep telling myself a fast death is better then a slow mental one. Then silence?
In this god forsaken planet us the morbidly insane masses are making ungodly decision that is making the future of this world go in to a cataclysmic explosion that will decide the fate of men yet to come. This make me very angry to see a world with so much potential come to an end. We the people must be made aware that not only the crazy’s of the world would be eliminated but every human that doesn’t agree with our morbid ideas should be left behind so that the world could take care of them when it goes BOOM!!
It’s hard to understand how my life is made out of dark morbid LAWS that the misunderstood people of this nation gave us. These laws are made to bend around the truth to hide what our wicked little mines can think of when we are in our worst state of being. Can we make the people understand that the LAWS of MAN are not made for the wicked and the sinful.
My mind is thinking of all the woman I loved and killed. I keep them hanging on my tree I keep them to remind me of how I was treated in the past. I laugh cause my tree is in my mind so I will never get caught in these crimes I create. I loved I killed and I laughed no one can’t understand why my mind thinks that way but I think crazy is not a sin its a way of life.
I been up all night with Death by my side. My mind is active and full of crazy thoughts. I ask my self why was I born in a world that crazy is a sin and normal is taken to heights of love and encouragement. In some family’s that have nothing but emptiness and secrets. Death is just hiding in the background waiting to start making them feel like each one is out to get one another. I stay clear of my craziness cause I may one day crack and go on a killing spree.
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