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Yea so everything is just as fucked up as before. I want to kill all christians. I've already plotted an idea. I know a friend who can get me into a blood bank. I'm going to spot my hands just like christ and hold blood in my mouth while keeping a few packs in my pocket. I'll wear a poetic white shirt and walk in their last. There I'll let out a big fucking smile and let the blood drip down my mouth, passed my chin and all over my chest. Then take out the packs in my hand and throw the blood out at people. I want the place to look like Elizabeth Bathory's shower. Should a preacher step up to stop me, I'll bite into his throat. It would be a work of art. A beautiful work of fucking art. Just like my life has been. A work of art of tragedy, one after another. People wonder why against the christians? Because no one has made my life worst then the faggots that believe in jesus. So what, maybe I am weaker then them, maybe this is my breaking point. Only difference from me and this pathetic race is when i break, I'll bring the apocolypse with me. I'm not going to die the way I've lived, utterly alone and bored.I'll even kill my best friends. If they die and we're still friends, there's no way we can become not friends. It'll be beautiful. And while everyone lays dead on the ground, I'll be able to smile with tears in my eyes knowing We're all going to find out if there's a god or not. Maybe the route to my anger is having nothing to believe in? Well that cant be, I still have myself, I still have my spirit.let's see your percious prayers save you from raining firey hail storms. I hate you all. I have no friends. I'll keep it that way. Coldness is glory, your pride is shame. I'll see you all in the Obis.