Madness I

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This is the first of a series of dialogues that an insane man, hellbent on murdering all the affluent in society, has with himself.

Submitted: April 23, 2008

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Submitted: April 23, 2008



Blood, I can smell it all it all around me. It draws me as a hound is drawn to his meal, his prey. I so

wish to bathe in it. Not the blood of the innocent, but the blood of those who suck the life, the

precious blood, out of others. Is that justified, or is it madness?

I do not think myself mad. I wish only to round up all the evil men of the earth into cattle cars

and slaughter them like pigs, to bathe in their precious, deep red, blood, I am not mad.

How I wish to drink it. Why am I called mad? Then again, they say genius is often perceived as

madness. So yes, I will do it. But who should go first? I am torn. So many, so much precious blood,

am I mad? I implore thee to answer. Well? Least my madness be unleashed in its full force.

What shall the method be? It is difficult to ascertain how I will complete this task locked in this

cell of the state. Will you free me? No! Why? You must, you must free me I must irradiate the

tormentors of humanity, my motives are pure you see, so why will you not free me? Please, I must

bathe in their delicious blood, least I go mad! And you do not wish for that to occur, do you?

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