The stillness of a corpse is unnerving. It is the physical form of death. The air is cold and I am certain someone somewhere is laughing. I am colder than the air. I am colder than the air, my heart is deeper than an ocean. Its pain is focus, a focus as brutal as the stillness of a corpse. The stillness of a corpse is unnerving. On this day let them all be unnerved. Let the bloodd of the dead be mixed with the blood of the gouging of mine eyes. The truest tragedy complete and in perpetuity, as this is the world of imbeciles who thirst for blood, blind as bats. There are no more lessons to be learned. Man unlearns wisdom as swiftly as he digs his own grave. If he must dig, let him dig for himself. I will bury the corpses. I will bury the corpses of those that would bury mine or that of my beloved. The blood of mine eyes mixes with the blood of mankind. It will cleanse the world. This scorched jet blood, it will cleanse the world. It will cleanse the world, this scorched jet blood. It will cleanse the world, this scorched jet blood, it will cleanse the world. It will cleanse the world.This is a tragedy