I have striving to sadistic violence But I make good impression upon associates They do not surmise about my second life In which I am a brutal killer partitioning corpses
I find individual approach to those who then will be absorbed by woodland belt To the hungry I give food To the frozen – Heat To the despaired - Hope To the tired - The rest
I promise everyone what at this moment is the most necessary for them And a near by just a walk through that woodland belt and at once... But on this woodland belt everyone is waited by the death - Severe, painful, inspiring horror
Where is such horrifying duplicity from? What can explain this inhuman condition of consciousness?