Freedom really is a wonderful thing, I mean look at all the mayhem it can bring.
Suppression, depression, people dying, the smell of suffering and the music of children crying.
Why what a symphony I could play just using, the strained strings of broken hearts
Accompanied by the wails of tortured children, at least in parts.
But I digress from the topic at hand, the fun of Freedom.
We are free, to rape, murder, plot in spite the darkness each of us denies.
We are free to gouge the compassion from our fellow man's eyes
Solely for the sweet sounds of merciless cries.
Freedom is a wonderful word to the Predators like me, kindness culling our herd and how absurd to think compassionately.
Compassion opens you up, offering your throat and belly to the Beast. Just call in the cannibals to enjoy the feast.
I waver again, my only sin. Freedom for the sheep and Freedom for me. They fit together in perfect harmony.
Freedom to feed and freedom to make them bleed.
Freedom of choice and voice is comforting you see, so bring me your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free.
Line them up for me to carve out their heart, curse their souls and tear them apart.
Joyously, rapturously, and free.
Patience is a virtue, but virtue has never been one of my redeeming qualities.
[This message has been edited by DreamEvil (edited 07-09-99).]