I want to kill you and share with you my pain. And if it thrills you I'll gladly kill again. I want to maim you. Your throat a bleeding well. And before
I'm but a shell. A frame of a man. I'm but a glimpse of whom I used to be. I'm no more life and lust. I'm only rich on time to spend venting my own spleen
Kill. Kill them all. Pigs written in blood on the walls. Your not entitle to accuse and judge one single man if you allow all shit that's happening in
War. The ultimate. The pinnacle of friend or foe. Always declared by the high and fought out by the low. Elevated to the state of honourable feud. Fought
