One year ago I was homeless on the verge of death.
Why am I alive now? There is no great divine reason. I was simply too spiteful to be killed by God.
I have been studying the pursuit of the annihilation of metaphysical entities. Goy cattle won't be able to understand my game.
I will never stop fighting, I don't care how many times the satan tries to destroy me. Cause I will be born as many times as I need to, with such great hatred in my heart. My immortal soul is unconquerable.
When you torture me, when you carve my flesh and peel my skin I will smile and laugh because I am vindicated by my hatred of you.
Fuck Jesus, fuck Buddha. Cowards, running naked.
I'll destroy satan, myself. I won't wait on any weak cowards.
Of all the realms, even those of perfection, only could my perfect hatred live here because you are here.
This is why we're so different aggy, I have the the forges of creativity heated by my perfect hatred, and you have mediocre coals. You will shape metal slag, and I will melt the very gods.
I am unsurpassable.