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The faces around me blur, and the voices become banshees, screaming in my mind
I no longer see people but useless bags of fleshy hate. Their smiling faces incite me to violence. Their true faces make me cringe in disgust. I look upon a sea of flesh and i am seasick.
I swing my blade at the hordes of screaming faceless banshees, chopping the evil from the earth, caring not for the wails of the dying masses.
My wrath knowws no limits. not for their pain, not for the pain they have caused, i care only to make it stop.
Upon a time, my blade may have been stayed by mercy. but no more.
The incessant wailing has taken it's toll. My sympathy bled from me long ago and now with blurring of the faces any mercy i may have had is gone...
Leaving me to my bloody delights.