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It reeks of urine, sweat and vomit here, in these ruines of
a formerly civilized society I consider to be my home. Here
in this god forsaken part of the world, where you plebians
behave like rabies-afflicted animals; where you rape, kill
and befoul. This nook; filled to the brim with hedonism,
violence, drugs, sin and hate. Oddly enough this is where I
have found my peace. In the middle of all this which I hate,
among all you people I abhor more than anything else I have
made a home. In this cauldron of perversions and filth I
live, and I thrive. My hate is nourished by all you vulgus I
share my deplorable existence with, all you struggling
cretins who actually believe you are worth something. My ego
is streangthened for every minute, grow as a result of every
one of the moronic statements from you imbeciles who believe
that you are something more than ants. I observe you often,
from my elevated posision; yes, from my throne, where I sit.
Looking down on you, little insects, who frantically search
for the happiness you never will manage to approach because
you never will realize that happiness is where you are,
inside of you, and that it can not be "found" like you
believe. I laugh at you worhless creaps, you are so tiny
down there. Scurrying around like confused insects.

I do not believe that there is anything in nature less worth
than you, accursed bloodsuckers. Even organic slime holds a
higher value. I detest you, you never even strive to be more
than you are. your only function is to whore around like
rabid monkeys. You show no proper respect for those who are
better than you, even though you deep down know that the
only right course of action for you would be to fall to your
knees and worship us. You wothless mental midgets. I have
long contemplated the reasons for your existense, and there
is but one thing I can come up with that justifies your
beeing here. You exist to serve us, the true masters. We who
are better than you.

Pray, obey and crawl, maggots.
Death before mediocrity.
Posted: 2006-01-11 00:08:33 UTC

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2006-01-10 23:57:20Sylvian
English version of "Kryp!".

2006-01-11 01:02:15Faith
Ohhhhhhhhhh!