Journals of Lord Malinov

the poetry of madness

Feyd

I will kill him.

There can be no excuse, no rationale, no pardon.  The wrong must be avenged, will be avenged.  Without restraint or remorse, the extermination of an insect, the annihilation of a pestilence, taken as a sacred quest, I am the hammer of God.

A loaded gun awaits my signal.  The intensity culminates in a focussed blast that tears flesh and bone, spilling the guilty blood.

Ignominious death awaits the fiend.  The sudden flash of pain will envelop his universe before the night descends in pitiful silence.  His lies drown in a pool of escaped fluids, unspeakable in the thick amalgamation of his final breath.

A plague upon both his houses.  May the destruction he has wrought be destroyed in his elimination.

I will kill him!

Malinov

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