Blackest Of Hearts

                                 Blackest Of Hearts:
I sit in the solitude of my own desires; I wonder what the purpose of life is? Should thou bring ecstasy for recollection in history? Or twinge for immortality. As I have these feelings I ponder what my future holds, will I be a hero of courage and strength, or a fiend bringing havoc, anarchy, and destruction too everything I touch.

Neither mortal man nor beast can comprehend the reign of deception in my intellect, so I keep my thoughts to myself. For if I were to reveal the contagious ideals locked away in my psyche the world would turn to ruins and the only things present would be revulsion, fabrication, betrayal, and defeat.

Yet it brings me comfort to unleash my fright among man, Thy world shall move too the beat of my heart and every word spoken shall be spoken without thought; man has exhausted numerous years loathing one another. The only way for this world too come together is to have a common opponent. Well that adversary shall be me. The world needs a bad guy, and since I can't seem to do right I'll be the best at ghastly deeds.

I'm sorry to my mother for having such a son as me; you deserve better and with pleasure you have two others that I call brothers that will be great in life by doing right. My fate has been written fore as you read this my first foul endeavor has been commenced. The foul play at hand is more than just shameful, but disgraceful as well. The blood has been spilled and there is nothing too be done but await my capture fore I shall not run nor hide from my measures of guilty manners.

The life i now lead is one of pain and murder; no longer do you call me family, friend or brother, may you not call me a saint without sin, subduing beast within a lion's din. I am only here to offend. In my demise i will make my amends but until that time I sit and enjoy as i watch thy will bend, for faith is useless against my clout. You can call me by name go head squeal, shout, Thy name is held by a silver tongue; they call me Interitum Malum the immortal one.
The depth of my brilliance has yet too bee revealed.
(This is what happens when my mind wonders at night)
#mind.after.hours.~Khalab D. Goldsmith