Sadistic Paragraph of murderous thoughts that run through my head:
Imagine murder, the red crimson stain that pierces your soul and twists your thoughts into pure insanity. This insane design was to cure those who spill the innocence of pain and sorrow. Opening a childs eyes to the horrid views and motions of the world will lead them to murder aswell, the mind grips the innocence in hopes to save the child, only to fail and wound itself. Though all is not lost.