Welcome to my living nightmare, my very own apocalypse, a hell on earth where death is a daily routine and killing is acceptable, well by my standards anyway. I cannot begin to describe the horrors I’ve seen and those I carry out on a recurring basis. For I am the enemy, yet your only ally, trust in me and die, don’t and you wont live to see the crimson delight in my eyes as I take pleasure in your demise.
So there is no secret, nor a fantasy, merely, my fucked up version of this reality; in which I find my joy within your suffering and laugh as you end up stuttering, whilst uttering, your last few words.
You see my pleasure is your pain, and your loss is my gain; when a smile grows wider with every tear only then can you realise your true fear that is me. Aren't you scared? Because I’ll say it once, I’ll say it twice, take a chance and roll your dice, it’s all just a game anyway, life and death I mean.
Cause I’m sadistic, I’m the one that knows, the one who fears nothing, the one who lives for death, but then I hear the door bell ring, there’s another me inside of me, screaming to get out and every time he tries…
Wait for it, no, wait for it, shush it’s almost here, three…two…
Almost had you going there, well that’s what I would’ve started with if I were a crazy psychopath killer man, but I’m not.
I’m Jeremiah Hunt
And these are the chronic-ills of a high guy.
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