Vigilantes, hmmmmm?
Well, what does he think.
What does he really, truly think when he
hears those four
a g r e s s i v e
syllables.
All of those pretty little faces still think they're going to heaven.
Just 'cause mommy and daddy got shot, or eaten or
r a p e d. Maybe they think its the drugs---a lotta bad
bad bad baaaad people kill in the name of those things.
Well, if it's heaven they want I'm
a regular JOHN THE BAPTIST
and I'll DROWN 'EM til they think they're saved.
Who knows,
MAYBE
MAYBE
MAYBE
m a y b eeeee
I'm God. People like to villainize God--they do villainize me. S'hard work being me. I keep their ugly mugs in the papers, give 'em a cause. S'not another criminal in this town that can--heh--TOUCH ME. And maybe, they don't know it yet--or else, they don't want to know it. That every
child they save, every trigger they do or do
not pull is part of my design
and maybe in the end, none of it even matters, and that terrifies them, so they find a darkness
and they start to push back, as hard as hard as hard as they can.
and maybe, in the end, when it's all over
the V's , every....single...one of them....
will quake in fear when they light that last candle,
because i'll be waiting
to R E A P them
and and they will bow down before me--'cause if they don't
I will DEVOUR their heirs, their sons and daughters
and illegitimate spouses
I will pluck them by their hairs and eat their hearts
while their failed ancestors watch
the blood dribble down my chin b e CAU SE
in the bitter end I am God and death and nothingness
and I will blow that fucking candle out.
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