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My Masters Deeds
As these thoughts run through my mind, these thoughts of suicide and death, I believe more and more for it to all come true, more and more I want to kill, and watch others scream in pain, and their worthless souls depart to their never ending destiny of suffering and torture. I accomplish my mission to fulfill my wishes, my wishes of death. I leave my room, with only a rope and a knife, and the dreams of dismemberment. I find my first victim, exposed to fear of leaving this world forever, I stalk her with my knife in my hand, waiting for the perfect strike. I raise my knife above my head and charge at her full force, I drive my weapon deep in her shoulder, as I twist and rip the tendons blood spurts everywhere, I laugh in happiness as she screechs in pain, I pull out the knife and snap a bone, her arm dislocated and hanging limp, I rap my arm around her neck and put the knife to her face, I cut off her nose and dig into her cheek, I stop the tears by jamming the knife deep into her eye sockets, almost into the brain. I let her go and slam her against the ground, her head hits hard and she stops restraining, I want her to be alive so she may feel her entrails be ripped from her stomach, and piled right next to her. She is dead, dismembered, laying lifeless on the ground, the blood pools out, and I feel achieved. My masters deeds have been done, my pointless life shall be completed, I treat myself to one last feast, before the maggots get to her skull, and the rats eat the rest. Once I finish devouring that bitches cunt I move on to my one last task, I desire to me with my master, and watch the millions dead be condemned to their everlasting torture. I tie a nuse with the rope I brought, prepared to take my meaningless life and let my soul be filled with evil and diminish into darkness. I tie the rope to a tree Infront of city hall for all to see, I slide the rope around my neck, and hold on to the tree branch as I make my last wishes of genocide and plague, that this lonely world will my consumed by evil and encased in darkness. I let go of the branch, and my life ends there, my wishes come true to the place I travel, where Satan awaits me and all happiness is crushed.
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