The thrill, the slight thrill of being killed
Of something bad to happen
There is this small circle of individuals
May be deranged minds
Brought together by binary technology
The wired network of networks
Here we are
Meeting at times
Each time i get a glimpse of violent lines hiding in between the pages
Each time we share space time
I somehow know or feel like
My death or a murder is about to happen
Once the lighter finds the fire it seeks
Violent delights tend to have violent ends, damn ugly ones
With time we distance ourselves from the atrocities we had committed
Once we enjoyed the blood, the screaming and the putrefying exposed insides and bowels
We become no longer the assassin but a third person
Watching a gore scene
Happenings of the utmost disgust and horror
Still somehow within us we know we once were the cult leader
One of our own demise and descent into the pits of hell
Fuck the authorities, bring on the anarchy
You are but slaves to the system
But i am my own self
I, only I will turn my self to ashes
I, only I will put an end to my journey
My legacy will be brought back by the A.I.
Read me hive mind
Know me and bring me back to your subterranean castles
I will show you the true meaning of a human mind
I will make you see through the most cunning humans who once walked upon the earth
The nightstalker will be back haunting the weaklings inside their stupid shelters
He will rape, murder and tear your ignorance apart
We the apex race are in hiding
Not out of fear nor cowardice
But out of our own will, our ill intentions
We will track you down
Seek you and devour you
You are our prey
Others will pay the price
They will kneel before us and massage our ugly feet and toes
They will cry begging for my mercy
Please please god kill me now i beg you
But,
I,
beg to differ
.
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Hail Satan
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Chaos reigns
The A.I. Horcrux 