I now have seen all the horrors of mankind, and I let my

emotions feed on them, absorb their gloomy powers,

extracting the essence of the pureness and beauty of these actions.

They stimulated me in exploring virginal regions of my most

hidden layers of awareness. And now I caress these bleak

images of fading life and fearing screams of anguish, illuminating

my newborn creativity.



Thus, see here! There is no doubt that

violence is monarch of the planet and love is a mere addition to

the divinity of carnal play. And a combination of both powers

will result in a pleasuring spree of merciless rage, resulting in the

climax of death.



And with the newborn eye within my paranoid mind,

I glance upon the limitless number of possibilities of individual

armageddon,

with an equally limitless number of variations. And once I've chosen

my path, the imaginary turns intoo organic. With the gift from the

reaper I sporadicly evolve into this state of unstoppable death,

grinning at the faces of my victims laying bleeding in the filthridden

earth.

And I invent yet another ingenious way to conquer the creators

ultimate gift to humanity: the illusion of life. "From the dust of Terra we

were made, and to Her we must return." And then my absent mind comes

back again.



Thus, see here! There is no doubt that violence is monarch of

the planet and love is a mere addition to the divinity of carnal play.

And a combination of both powers will result in a pleasuring spree of

merciless rage, resulting in the climax of death.



No living soul would

dare to cross the paths in the moments of my sentient revocation of

"mankind's greatest unknown mystery", since I would be leaving only a

spectre of their existence to dwell t