He Waits Behind The Wall, in a palace of tortured glass, served by legions forged from the tears of the sleepless dead and clad in armor carved from the suffering of mothers. In his right hand he holds a dead star, and in his left hand he holds the Candle Whose Light Is Shadow. His left hand is stained with the blood of Am Dhaegar. He sings the song that ends the earth. The hive-mind that confounds the living, and perpetuates the torture of the damned. He takes the eyes, the window of the soul, removes the ability to feel...anything but pain. Once the eyes have been removed, the soul is removed. The living husk is testament to cruelty and everlasting doom. He cannot be stopped, as fear cannot be stopped. He is inseparable from reality, as he exists beyond the veil...waiting.

Zalgo...

Hitler is the end of all intelligent conversation...

Ketchup/Catsup? Hitler.

If it's any consolation, when I killed your family, I didn't give them a chance to scream.

If they are not meant to be my slaves, what purpose do they have?

Despairs only purpose is to be vanquished.

That guy at the top of the fucking mountain? He didn't fucking fall there.

Climb the highest mountain. Punch the face of God.

You shoot me in a dream, you better fucking wake up and apologize.

Stop crying. You still have three limbs.

Don't bark. Bite.

Spit in her face. Moonwalk away.

I love pacifists. Easy to enslave.

Today's horoscope: Fuck Yeah.

Kill the weak. Use them for fires.

This sidewalk is mine. Enjoy the mud.

Impregnate women! Own the future!

Fuck fear. Your fucking other things.

Why fear the unknown, when you can CONQUER IT.

Everyone that hates you will be dead one day.

Vagina. The breakfast of champions.

"Your's" is just another word for things I haven't taken yet.