Forget the carnage of your two-faced soul, Enought! Your words are soaked with stinky lies. Disgrace!
Raised creature eats up hope For satisfaction with private life. This is the end of all hopes. Depressed butterfly breaks its wings Against brute's bloody fangs. Everything comes to the end.
Instincts, lust and primal fears, Kindness, honesty and wisdom- Two sides of one mind.
There is one cure for such individs- To kill them To save our world from a useless flesh! Disgrace!