I am disgusted by the filth in this world. I disgust myself.
You can’t hide from me.
It started in me young. The blood of animals wasn’t enough though. I need more. I have it. It’s mine.
I will make a bed in your blood.
I have become comfortable with the smell of decay. I let the rot embrace me. I have made a home in death.
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