We need to exterminate the Descendants of Satan, the ones who ravenously raped our souls—the innocents—who shed our blood and laughed at our face as they crucified us. They tormented us, tortured us, made us feel like a thousand red-hot needles were stabbing every inch of our skin, scourged our very souls until we were numb with pain, and left us in a bloody mess. They destroyed us, brutalized us, made us agonize in our youth, like a hundred dull knives cutting our throats. They extinguished the flame of joy from our days and eradicated what little solace we had in our lonely, wretched "lives." They made us die alive. They killed our souls and left us to wander as lifeless husks in this purgatory, this wretched Earth. Drowned us in a sea of agony. Buried us alive under their constant, unrelenting torment. Burned us alive with their barbaric, ruthless violence.
All for what? Self-serving, sadistic hedonism. The Apostles of Agony, females, are the ones who made us miserable, made us anguish in the days that should've been filled with mirth. They killed us. We are no longer alive. We are like walking corpses, carcasses ruined by decay, killed by the emotional sodomy females inflicted on us. These merciless, heartless, bastard cunts. These sick, bloodthirsty whores.
To you sadistic females, I may be nothing but a piece of dog shit. You have vandalized my heart, raped my soul, and torched my conscious again and again. You thought it was one pathetic, void life that you were extinguishing. Thanks to you, I die, like Jesus Christ, to inspire generations of the Weak and Defenseless people — my Brothers and Sons — that you fuck.
By destroying we create. We create the feelings in you of what it is like to be the victim, what it is like to be fucked and destroyed. Because of your annihilations, we create and raise new breeds of Children who will show you fuckers what you have done to us. Like Easter, it will be a day of rebirth. It will be a start of a revolution of the Children that you fucked. You have never felt a single ounce of pain your whole life, thus, by destroying you, by giving you pain, we attempt to show you responsibilities and meanings of other people’s lives.
All for what? Self-serving, sadistic hedonism. The Apostles of Agony, females, are the ones who made us miserable, made us anguish in the days that should've been filled with mirth. They killed us. We are no longer alive. We are like walking corpses, carcasses ruined by decay, killed by the emotional sodomy females inflicted on us. These merciless, heartless, bastard cunts. These sick, bloodthirsty whores.
To you sadistic females, I may be nothing but a piece of dog shit. You have vandalized my heart, raped my soul, and torched my conscious again and again. You thought it was one pathetic, void life that you were extinguishing. Thanks to you, I die, like Jesus Christ, to inspire generations of the Weak and Defenseless people — my Brothers and Sons — that you fuck.
By destroying we create. We create the feelings in you of what it is like to be the victim, what it is like to be fucked and destroyed. Because of your annihilations, we create and raise new breeds of Children who will show you fuckers what you have done to us. Like Easter, it will be a day of rebirth. It will be a start of a revolution of the Children that you fucked. You have never felt a single ounce of pain your whole life, thus, by destroying you, by giving you pain, we attempt to show you responsibilities and meanings of other people’s lives.
(in videogame)
