Yes, i have a 8 paragraph thing about killing people.... here it is, straight out of my real satanist journal lol ;
I've often wondered what it might feel like to kill a person, to look them straight in the eye... And kill them... twisted Think i might feel Remorse? Mabye sad? sad Mabye it would scare me for the rest of my life? rofl ... Or mabye not... Mabye i'd like it and become a murderer.... twisted rolleyes
I want to push someone off a building... Watch them splat and bleed on the ground below.... Only then, would i laugh at their misfortune... rofl
I want to hold someones head underwater... Watch them squirm... Watch them die... And then just pull em out and... Cut them up... and find out some things about the human body you can't learn in class... Up close... Not in a book... sweatdrop
I want to burn someone alive, i'm sure you've thought of that too... I wanna watch their skin melt (if i can see past the flames), and yes, i want to see if they might really... "Taste like chicken"... neutral
I want to tie someone to the back of my car, and drag them... Drag them and kill them... eek
I want to Choke someone... See the terror in their own eyes as they die... I want to see their eyes glaze over.... See them dead heart
I have some questions...
"If i chop your finger off, and after 12 hours, threw it in a blender... Do you think you could feel it?" twisted
"If i numb your leg... Cut it off, would you feel that if you were looking at it? If you weren't looking?" eek
"I want to see your blood blue.... Not red" confused
"Do you believe there are people who would want to drink human blood? 'vampires'? you had better, because i don't lie when i say i like human blood." scream
I want to torture people... Its my dream... To see the pain that i was put through on them... Cut off their blood circulation and wait until i need to cut off their arm and all that s**t... Cut some toes off... Hear the pleasure of them screaming...
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Oh yes... I have OFTEN thought about killing.... Have you?
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