A pale white horse once said to me ‘death will follow you, where ever you go’…. And it did, death did follow me. It never went in front nor did it ever stop. It become my shadow, my oxygen, the friend I never had. I become friends with death. I embraced it. It made me evil but I say that was merely based on choice. Death is my only friend, at least I understand it more than I understand humans and caring and common sense. Death is my friend. Death become me. I am death. I walk with death, hand in hand. Now, its time to kill it. Its time to kill my friend death… Because that’s what evil people do. Because I am everything. I am evil… I am everything.