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To see a person hang by their precious neck from a noose; kicking, gasping for air to breathe, the esophagus crushed by the tan brittle rope. Slowly twirling around in circles from kicking so damn much. Then finally the torture ends, and I'm satisfied. Swaying back and fourth, legs dangling, head bowed down; No soul is left, but a dead corpse hangs ahead. I then take my finger and slowly submerge it into the rib cage of the dead man. Twitching from the last nerve, I sigh of relief for the demon in me has subsided.
“These humans have no mortality, they die in war or hunger, even the innocent end up dying, so why even save them?” -Deacon Frost
Word of the day:
Bestiality: conduct or an action marked by depravity or brutality
“These humans have no mortality, they die in war or hunger, even the innocent end up dying, so why even save them?” -Deacon Frost
Word of the day:
Bestiality: conduct or an action marked by depravity or brutality