London When is Britain going to finally stand up and do something positive in this war against these BLOODY terrorists? Instead of holding pop concerts and trying to score political points to Comfort the families involved, this country would be better served by utilising what we have been creating since the Northern Desert of WW2 where David Stirling created the finest Hunter-Killer-Fighting Force the world has ever known. Let leash the dogs NOW and allow them to carry out the work they were created for, wheedle these zealots out of there rats nest and eradicate them. We don't want to house them in our five star prisons - they need to be terminated with extreme prejudice. It is the only way to prevent this virus from spreading and the SAS are the medicine..... My heart is with those that suffered today xx

A God? The sensation of taking a #life is like cocaine but twice as addictive. Watching the knife pierce through the skin of a piece of raw flesh. My prey. My doing. The feeling of being a God. The more you do it the easier it gets…. and trust me you will want to do it more. Hearing their last heart beat, the last sign of #life, fading away. They always run but it enrages me more….. acting like infants they scream in the corner, trembling, hiding behind their hands like cowards. Makes the deed purely more satisfying. Most of them lead a day to day #life of pure sin. I’m simply just doing nature a favour. People call me insane but I’m not, am I, I would know I was. They say things about me “I’m a demon” “I’m the killer of innocence” Well I’m not, and I do take pleasure in my job. I do wish to be more appreciated in my line of “work”. I do my work purely because I was destined to do it….. no-one else would go to extreme measures to keep the ingrates out of the gene pool. The funny thing is though I do so many “sacrifices” and the authorities can’t seem to find me, do you know why? Because they are thick skulled abominations. I do still worry thou, sometimes I think they’re mocking me, knowing what I’m doing, thinking I will chicken out but I won’t. I SHALL NEVER DO SUCH A THING! The thing I like most would be the ones that struggle. The ones who believe they should have a second chance, it makes me laugh every time, complete idiots. I don't believe in second chances, ‘cause they always seem to stab you in the back. I love seeing the desperation in their eyes, the terror ripping them apart limb by limb. It makes my job easier

Objectively, I’m a bad person. I was born that way. I can’t help it. I can try to be a better person, but that equates to pretending to be someone else. I’m not someone else. You know who is? Everybody. Seven billion other people. If you want someone who’s kind of like me, but isn’t, there are seven billion other people to get to know. Fucking get to know them. I’m done pretending. I’m a monster. Love me. Or don’t. Probably don’t. That’s ok, I guess. I don’t really need people.

Heads You hear that little pop, and pull their heads off. And hold their heads up by their hair, whipping their heads off. Their body sitting there.

A Soldier I was that which others did not want to be I went where others feared to go, and did what others failed to do I asked nothing from those who gave nothing, and reluctantly accepted the thought of eternal loneliness, should I fail I have seen the face of terror, felt the stinging cold of fear; and enjoyed the sweet taste of a moment’s love I have cried, pained and hoped… But most of all, I have lived times others would say were best forgotten. At least someday I will be able to say, that I was proud of what I was …A SOLDIER.