Blood-soaked hands never smelt this good

Prayers.

In the death of the night, prayers ring out, silent, and not spoken.

Prayers, praying and hoping for the best for those everywhere.

Yet, some people just don't deserve such prayers.

So much so, prayers are wasted.

But do not fret, my friend, for these aren't really wasted.

Instead, they are a curse. To those who never knew they were so blessed to have others praying for their well-being.

Because they will never understand the real meaning behind those words of blessing, for they are so full of themselves.

"She who should be shot, should be left to rot. Amen."

Interestingly enough, we, those whom Gods have forsaken and forgotten, can never have enough reign over the curse of others. That, is because we were never evil to begin with. However, we will never be evil just to prove our point.

It's stupid, to kill our morals and integrity for the sake of you poor idiotic souls.

Therefore you, shall be your own death.

"Birds of a feather, flock together."

Idiots like you will never mix with others of different personalities except that of yours. Thus, you will only be trapped in your own world, swimming in your own thoughts of happiness.

Happiness? You must be kidding right? Because you will only be faced with illusions.

Roam, free as you think you are, but foolishness will bring you back down to Earth. Your every move and every word is observed and noted, deep behind the shadows.

And now, you will be killed.

There are many ways to ruin a person, though it seems you know all the ways. Tough luck though, you don't, because you are a mere idiot.

Pitiful? Nah, you deserve it alright.

If you were to stand in front of me the next time, I will inflict pain on you.

Don't worry, call on your other friends to help you if you want, but trust me, I wouldn't leave a trace of evidence anywhere. Instead, I will get others on my side to prove my innocence.

Despicable? No, you are the despicable one, for you were the one who bit me first.

It's time I take my revenge. I will make it a sweet experience for me, and a bitter one for you.

You know what? You are a major disgrace to your ancestors. Because you think you are so high-class, you have forgotten your roots. You know nothing much of your mother tongue nor your dialect.

Sad...