Forgiveness shall never come. Such shall never leave my mouth; the words "I forgive you". I shall press my hands upon your skulls and squeeze as I breathe in extasy from the shivers of pain that I hear spill from the same hole in your face which spoke wishes of death upon us then, and for years to come. No.. I shall squeeze the life out your quivering bodies and slowly slide my thumbs into your eyes as they express themselves further outward from my vice grip around your cranium. Then I will dance as the sounds of bones cracking begin and the exquisite pain you feel from my thumbs parading into your frontal lobe sends me into orgasm.

No.. there shall never be any forgiveness. For you, there is only exquisite pain. Sweet.. exquisite.. justified pain..
I salivate..
I salivate..

For those you have murdered, shall worlds burn around you.

-Me

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Irregular Warfare is now in play