Blood seeps into clothes and stains skin. You can scrub, but it will stay. Some thing just have to burn.
Blood seeps into minds and stains souls. You can try, but no one will hear you pray. Some things have eternity to burn.
Some times you just have to be Reborn.
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I was born into a world of endless sin and bloodshed. Of knives that carve through bone and guns that shatter silence. Of teeth buried in flesh and fists with split knuckles.
I was born with only one path open to me. One that I had to carve by myself. With well-oiled handguns and disarming smiles.
I was raised without reverence for life. Without reverence for death. For pain.
I was raised a gentleman. To treat women with respect. To kill them with courtesy.
I was chaos. I was death. A means to an end.
I was a monster. A murderer for hire. Hunter.
I still am.
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I kill for a living.
I sever necks and stop hearts.
I shatter families and destroy lives.
I am a demon in a human skin.
I am the hairs that raise on the back of your neck.
I am the sudden chill that riddles you with shivers.
I am many a man's end.
I am the Sun by which you will be scorched.
I am the World's Greatest Hitman.