Evil intentions
I sit here in my chair looking out into the streets of bowerstone, all the children playing, the people talking and laughing, laughing at me! i know it, somehow i can feel it, i know what they all say "old Mr Hatchers a weird one" "hes the one who killed his wife" oooh i know its there making a mockery of my name! Ooh but i shall have my revenge. This town will burn just like Amelia, ooh Amelia how a miss you so, so perfect in eveyway the desire of every man but you chose me, ill never forget that day. . that day i burnt you too a crisp, you were screaming running around, franticly looking for water but you stopped ever so suddenly, why did you stop i was so happy, your agony your suffering it fed me with a dark evil and i loved it!, oooh how i wish you were still here then i could do it all over again!
those kids are outside my house again, the insolent little brats! oh i should shoot them where they stand, but no my time will come soon the memories of this town will burn BURN I TELL YOU. i ventured out of my house today for the first time in years, the air is putred and there is happiness everywhere it makes me SICK, i made it to the alchemist, i bought as much flamable material as i could carry haha im so close to my goal i shall feel the darkness in my heart once again, oh jack if you could see your little boy now, if only . . . . . . . It's automn aaah soon i shall take this town with me to hell, hell where i shall be a DEMON, it happens in winter on the aniversary of poor Amelias death then these bastards will know the true meaning of evil.
Winter is here the snow is falling im so excited, tomorrow is the day amelias birthday oh soon ill have my vengence you hear that daddy ill be there with you wrapped in a blanket of shadows. ive piled the wood infront door hopefully when it catches fire it should take the tow houses either side of mine! and then, then this town of backstabbing lowlifes will burn Burn! BURN!!!! HAHAAHAHAHAHA. Todays the day i feel so alive just think in a matter of hours this town will be nothing but ash hee hee now where did i put those potions, ah yes under the bed such pretty colours for liquid death dont you think, there ive poured them onto the wood, now wheres my match, hmm not the front poclet but eeerm ah ha found the little buggers now to end this haha finaly my reven-, what how did i get on the floor, my chest hurts, i feel cold no my work is not done! its unfinished why oh what cruel hand of fate is this! my eye lids are getting heavier no my evil deed remains incom-.
somthing i thought up a crazy old man who lives in bowerstone hope you liked it!
I sit here in my chair looking out into the streets of bowerstone, all the children playing, the people talking and laughing, laughing at me! i know it, somehow i can feel it, i know what they all say "old Mr Hatchers a weird one" "hes the one who killed his wife" oooh i know its there making a mockery of my name! Ooh but i shall have my revenge. This town will burn just like Amelia, ooh Amelia how a miss you so, so perfect in eveyway the desire of every man but you chose me, ill never forget that day. . that day i burnt you too a crisp, you were screaming running around, franticly looking for water but you stopped ever so suddenly, why did you stop i was so happy, your agony your suffering it fed me with a dark evil and i loved it!, oooh how i wish you were still here then i could do it all over again!
those kids are outside my house again, the insolent little brats! oh i should shoot them where they stand, but no my time will come soon the memories of this town will burn BURN I TELL YOU. i ventured out of my house today for the first time in years, the air is putred and there is happiness everywhere it makes me SICK, i made it to the alchemist, i bought as much flamable material as i could carry haha im so close to my goal i shall feel the darkness in my heart once again, oh jack if you could see your little boy now, if only . . . . . . . It's automn aaah soon i shall take this town with me to hell, hell where i shall be a DEMON, it happens in winter on the aniversary of poor Amelias death then these bastards will know the true meaning of evil.
Winter is here the snow is falling im so excited, tomorrow is the day amelias birthday oh soon ill have my vengence you hear that daddy ill be there with you wrapped in a blanket of shadows. ive piled the wood infront door hopefully when it catches fire it should take the tow houses either side of mine! and then, then this town of backstabbing lowlifes will burn Burn! BURN!!!! HAHAAHAHAHAHA. Todays the day i feel so alive just think in a matter of hours this town will be nothing but ash hee hee now where did i put those potions, ah yes under the bed such pretty colours for liquid death dont you think, there ive poured them onto the wood, now wheres my match, hmm not the front poclet but eeerm ah ha found the little buggers now to end this haha finaly my reven-, what how did i get on the floor, my chest hurts, i feel cold no my work is not done! its unfinished why oh what cruel hand of fate is this! my eye lids are getting heavier no my evil deed remains incom-.
somthing i thought up a crazy old man who lives in bowerstone hope you liked it!
ill look for yours!