I do not bother to hide it.
I voice it out: For you to hear my up.
My words, Gibt fein Acht.
I’ve spent years now in the Psyquiatric Ward.
What I do hide, are my true reasons: But we are friends, this is my secret, my gift, from me to thee;
I am a sadistic. As easy as that.
I dispise certain people. The ones who are weak enough to feel my power,
Which relies in my authorità.
I fear no punishment, nor Earthen or Godly…
They think they are better than others, id est, better than me (better than God himself, ya believe it? Heathens!), so I psychologically torture hem into insanity and…
O’Clock. My shift endes here.
For now…
