Confession Of The Devil's Bunny Date Friday, April 19, 2024 - 10:52 PM PST Topic Drama I still desire to kill. Someone much younger then I, someone already tainted with this world’s filth. Another stupid little girl, trying hard to look much older, much more mature. I would do her nothing, save for killing. To free her of this wretched, stinking world. And so, I would do her a great favour, one that she wouldn’t even want. I slit the veins in her wrists, thighs and, just in case, her throat. Then, with extreme delicacy, I decorated her well-kept body with all sorts of weird patterns. My paintbrush was my antique razor. I then cut up her innocent lips and drank her luscious blood. I sewed up those lips and her green eyes, so she would never have to see or speak evil wherever her soul might roam. That is how I left her, lying in a curious position. Was it “evil”, was it “monstrous”, and was it “immoral”? No, when compared with what goes on everyday in the common world. I only freed her from further suffering. I gave her eternal happiness. I let her into Heaven; I opened for her the gates to Paradise, which she did not deserve. Did her parents weep? I wonder, is it from love or do they simply envy her... I would be more then happy to guide them to their one and only child. But for now, I can only assure them that their lovely daughter left this world untouched, pure, a virgin. I did not hurt her in any way. I only kissed her ‘good night’. You ask if I feel remorse? I answer: why of course. Too bad I let myself be caught. I regret that I cannot help more poor souls. By taking away my freedom, you condemn a thousand young ones to a sure doom. He, he... now I shall be famous. Even now, the top newspapers have my face on their covers. In full fucking colour. See? This is the sick society from which I must free your children, which are more and more often pushed into this world. I feel good with what I did; it gives me inner satisfaction that I blessed so much petite souls with something so wonderful as eternal life. I have nothing more to say, Your Honour. All I can do now is await a soft room, with no doorknobs, a metal net in the window and a handful of colourful pills for breakfast. But ask yourself one question, all you “good” people. Do you want to sentence your children to suffering on this pathetic world, which you create for them? Do you even deserve children... or rather do the children deserve you? *poetry edited out* This article comes from Shmeng http://www.shmeng.com/ The URL for this story is: http://www.shmeng.com/modules.php?op=modload&name=News&file=article&sid=344