One action can be heard forever.
The force of the action can change that.
Blood marks the earth as paint for hate and sin.
Breathing in the suffering is able to make any mad.
Live with it or leave, I don't care which.
Blood... Death... Blood... Death.... Those are my only thoughts as I walk through the halls and look at the many people around me. I sense the fear, love, joy, anger, sorrow, all their emotions and I do not know why. All I know is that I want to see them suffer. I want them all to suffer! And they will, by my hand they will suffer, bleed, and DIE!