I have seemed to struck a nerve on society. There is an uproar and some pieces have come up to surface. An arm in Florida, along with other parts here and there. Will they find me or will they keep searching their fingerprints, void of outcome or identity?
We shall soon see, but I sincerely doubt it. For what end would come from tracking down someone like me, the person who does the work they wished they could do? Really... cops want to protect? Deep inside, swirling beneath the calm exterior there must be a darker reflection, struggling for power. They are desiring the respect that comes from one true source. The ability to exercise authority.
It is kind of funny. I exercise authority over the living, though they simply do not know it. My maiden voyage in the sea of beauty. As death, I come when least expected, bringing salvation and an end with nitrile gloves. Don't you see that it has always been this way. I am not the first.
There is more than what would be let on. I am only original in my presentation and my foresight. Murder is the core of humanity, spreading like wildfire not only through everyone's imagination, but through the world. I am not the first. Consider this, look at the autism rate in one area. Your area, your school. How many children are in the "special" class in one school's zone? Five percent of the population of the school, maybe even ten?
We are the unseen seed, cultivated with societies blessing. Like those hidden away from obvious eyes, we make up a portion of you. Weeding out the weary while we slaughter the gluttonous. It has always been this way, and will continue to be so until the end of time. There must be gardeners in the green house of humanity. I simply trim the leaves.
It is kind of funny. I exercise authority over the living, though they simply do not know it. My maiden voyage in the sea of beauty. As death, I come when least expected, bringing salvation and an end with nitrile gloves. Don't you see that it has always been this way. I am not the first.
There is more than what would be let on. I am only original in my presentation and my foresight. Murder is the core of humanity, spreading like wildfire not only through everyone's imagination, but through the world. I am not the first. Consider this, look at the autism rate in one area. Your area, your school. How many children are in the "special" class in one school's zone? Five percent of the population of the school, maybe even ten?
We are the unseen seed, cultivated with societies blessing. Like those hidden away from obvious eyes, we make up a portion of you. Weeding out the weary while we slaughter the gluttonous. It has always been this way, and will continue to be so until the end of time. There must be gardeners in the green house of humanity. I simply trim the leaves.
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