Vesania

Path V. Marduke's Mazemerising

Hate you all men!



Blood runs out of your dead lips

You have all got the same eyes

Festered

Stiched ones



You are all so small for me

Almost as small as am I for you



Someday

A Great House of Glass

I will build



I will be going out of It

To take a walk and shoot you



Shoot you all men!



One by one

Slowly



You... and you...

And you motherfucker



Hundert H�rens�hne!



But as a first I will shoot this one

Who is guilty of everything

He is right in the middle of my skull

I have got you!