Welcome I'm Bordella Slayer the most disturbed psychopath and your Queen forever shall you bow down to meand respect me. I am your worst nightmare. The thing under your bed. The cold chills you get wehn you look over your shoulder. The tingly feeling that runs through your veins and blood stream. The pounding beats of your heart. I scare, i terrify you. I taunt your dreams at night. I'm the blood that streams down your walls. The bugs eating at your flesh. I enjoy bathing in the warmth of my victims blood. OOOh how wonderful so orgasmic. I most desireably love eating their organs mmmh yummy especially the brain. Im the question existing. I'll make you wonder. I'll play with. Turn you out. Turn you on. I'll make you come harder than ever. Fuck you in your sleep and when you wake up im never there. I'll play mind games with you. Flirt with you. And soon i'll destroy you. Yes i am disturbed, demonic,stupified,twisted,evil,satanic,horrifying, the world's dangerous serial killer and mass murderer. The endless Cannibal. I'll make you hate me, love me, reject me, and fuck me. I am hell and soon Hell will be mine and your that you know will be gone forever. There is no Satan there's only me. You want more of me i'll see you in your dreams. Besides i may not even be real.
"I would love to kill thee; I am satiated
With seeing thee live, and fain would have thee dead. I would earth had thy body as fruit to eat,And no mouth but some Serpent's found thee sweet. I would find grevious ways to have thee slain,Intense device, and superflux of pain; Vex thee with amorous agonies, and shake Life at thy lips, and leave it there to ache; Strain out thy soul with pangs too soft to kill, Intolerable interludes, and infinite ill; Relapse and reluctation of the breath, Dumb tones and shuddering semitones of death.
Ah that my lips were tuneless lips, but pressed
To the bruised bossom of thy scouraged white breast! Ah that my mouth for Muses' milk were fed
On the sweet blood thy sweet with small wounds had bled.
That with my tongue I felt them, and could taste
The faint flakes from thy bosom to the waist!
That I could drink thy veons as wine, and eat they breat like honey! that from face to feet Thy body were abolished and consumed
And in my flesh the very flesh entombed!
-Algerman Charles Swinburne: 'Anactoria
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