I will do what I came here to do.

Destroy me. I am rather pleased with it really. You have made your peace with your God and I have made a compromise with my mind. For one to be complete, to be annihilated and conquered is the first step to be free. Free... Freedom does not come free. Such nauseating irony. Does it sicken you or just me? To be a mindless, soulless and hollow creature in combat with such dismal interest.

Haha! Interest... Should I be one to talk about it? Skimming on the edge of talent and concern, do you simply graze the innards of engagement with your fingers or extract it from it's body with gust then devour it? The ability/disability to disengage threatens the very essence of your moral fibre. I dare you to partake in mindless gutting of man, irresponsible dumping of the remains and offer you this trip guilt-free. Compassion you feel is dead. I wish I could comfort you with shallow apologies but I am not sorry. You are afraid of not bring human/humane. But I am not.

Teeheehee. How did I end up so misguided? Your ideals are venomous and you will transform us into green biodegradable matter. You lockdown words strictly attached to their dictionarical meaning disregarding their space to flourish. You see black and you see white. Putrid, that's what it is. Acceptance is a tough pill to swallow with a meagre opening for the mind. Grey... and you wonder why you can't see me. Misguided? Hardly.

Oh dearie me... I am merely leading the way.