May 4th, 2003 - 1:01 a.m.

The ogre in the forest.

An inflated murderous fury, unmatched and indefeasible.

In the mind, has been stabbed with the sharp ends of knives in vital areas, blood spilling like a wicked fountain.

The innards tossed at walls with a manic glee. Nails gnawing through connective membrane.

Shots fired. For the delivery of pain.

Torturous substances put to use. Methods employed to force false penance.

This slaughterous fixation brewed over decades of violence and slander. A solidified case of lie upon lie; bitter indifference; spite spat out in tongues; irrational physical outpourings of anger.

Waiting without action. But the bastard will not die.

N.

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