Murderous thoughts determined to push me to a permanent state of 

Insanity, an insanity concealed but very much present, waiting to be 

Released upon all. those who deserve, and those innocently taken are 

Now victims of a disease with no prejudice. no one is protected from 

The mind of a madman determined to bring upon harm. death is more 

Sevear for those vulnerable and weak. i have no patience for 

Stupidity. no one can determin when their life will be taken, so why 

Live your last days weak and feeble, i know to kill once will lead 

To killing again, to find which form of death is more pleasurable, i 

Often thought of mummifying the victims to create a new trend of 

Serial killing, the thought of bodies hangin, stripped of their 

Internal organs for longer preservation, left in the woods for 

Unsuspecting wanderers to reveal, i have not yet decided if the 

Heads should be trophies or sold for use in occult rituals. If 

There's money in it, you can count me in, i often thought of 

Dismemberment, how many limbs can be severed before death? Using 

Different body parts from different victims to create one demented 

Masterpiece, i would feed human flesh to my next unsuspecting 

Victim, making sure they enjoyed it, to prove cannibalism isn't far 

From any of our minds, animals eat animals, man can eat man, why do 

I think this way? it's only getting worse.