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Crimson red fluid, most
don't usually see it as
frequently as I do. Though,
most
weak fools repulse
at the sight of it. Blood is
life. When
you see
it pouring out of those dirty,
smile, for they are
redeemed.
When muggles and similar
creatures scream, they
release
the agony they deserve. Pity
is unnecessary for them.
It's
only a shout, but for their case,
it's the sound of pure
sweetness.
Almost like music, really.
Eyes wide, bodies
paralyzed.
Lips trembling, they await
their fate. I allow
myself
to laugh a little. Taking lives
is so easy. It's just a
wand,
and incantation, and the
wondrous waves of their
deserved death.
Some say it's unnatural, wrong,
immoral,
evil, or psychotic to do
what I do. Those ignorant,
arrogant,
distorted with the
propaganda others have taught
them are
traitors. I will
have my revenge when the
time is right. Oh,
the freedom
of not being constrained by rules
of the Ministry
and society. I feel
so alive in where I stand.
A moment
here and a
moment gone for all who
don't take a stand in what
they ought to. Rise, don't
fret, and learn the forsaken
principle, purity.