I prepare for the noble war. I'm calm. I know what's coming and I know no one can stop me, including myself. I kill people I like. Some of them beg for their life. I don't feel sad. I don't feel anything. It's a filthy world we live in. It's a filthy god damn helpless world, and honestly, I feel like I'm helping to take them away from the shit and the piss and the vomit that runs in the streets. I'm helping to take them somewhere clean and kind. And there's something about all that blood, man I drown in it. And the Indians believed that blood holds all the bad spirits and once a month in ceremonies they would cut themselves to let the spirits go. Now there's something about that, very smart. I like that. You think I'm crazy? The world is a filthy place, a filthy goddamn horror show. There's so much pain, you know? There's so much.
