Life Kill Bear Fresh

The Serial Killer’s Soliloquy To kill, or not to kill: that is the question: Whether ’tis nobler to not murder The innocent people living pathetic lives, Or to take arms against a sea of people, Opposing me I end them. To execute; to terminate Lots more; and by terminate I end their pitiful Lives, and the thousand others that they bred, More fresh flesh, ’tis a consummation I devoutly wish for. To massacre, to slaughter; To eradicate: to fulfill my dream: ay, there’s the catch; For in that plague of death my dreams will come, But only if I keep myself alive, I cannot pause: there’s the consideration That cause us to live a long life or die: For who would bear the harsh experiences of life, When they could die, by the proud man’s scorn, He who despises love, and the useless law, And those fools of office, who I shall butcher, My patience shall help me take them, When they do not realize that they may save Themselves. I would not bear their burden To grunt and sweat under a miserable life, But that the fear of something after death, The undiscovered realm of which limits No one returns, puzzles the mind And makes us save the ill we have When we could be disemboweling them? Thus, conscience does make use all cowards, And thus the true color of courage Is destroyed by our over thinking, My ability to kill is of such great significance That to turn it around I will lose all my power To slaughter and massacre. Look over there! The fair Ophelia! It appears that I shall get Both fair and fresh flesh today. Be all my sins remember’d..