She was everything to me, but they took her.
And with her, they took my kindness and my mercy.
That was their mistake.
Because now all I've got left is a cold heart.
They thrive on doubt.
They feast on fear.
These rachid abomination bligth this world.
And every least one of them will perish by my hand.

And they say I've got a grim sense of humor
 [bad word] mrbrightside