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Jun 24, 2006 07:36

Everyone hates me, that is to be expected. I can hear it when I pass them on the street and see right through their masks of hate that they wear to attempt to conceal their true intentions from me. I do not blame him, only pity him. Poor little lamb, death is your guidance and your purpose. Come onto me and I shall align you. The only life that has shown me true love is the life that is about to be taken. The subjects always end up loving me, you would too if I showed you the barren paradise. You will too since it is my purpose to end all life.

Everyone hates me because the universe calls out for their destruction. Most do not understand why they must be destroyed or why their families must be destroyed but they soon learn. The subjects always see why I’m right before their end, you would too if I showed you the barren paradise.

The past is so diluted, I barely remember the supposed “landmarks” of my youth (i.e. moving out, graduating etc.). I wonder still if I ever even had a youth. Perhaps I was born when I received my purpose, so short a time ago. The rest I simply made up in a dream. Maybe in the future I will come to read these writings and wonder if I even wrote them. My desire for death, even before my mission became clear to me, seems to be the only thing that has been constant through my life.
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