I prepare for the noble war.I'm calm.I know the secret, I know what's coming and I know no one can stop me, including myself.I kill people I like.Some of them beg for their life.I don't feel sad, I don't fell anything.It's a filthy world we live in.It's a filthy goddamn helpless world, and honestly...I feel like I am help to take them away from the shit and the piss and the vomit that run in the streets, I am helping to them somewhere clean and kind.There's something about all blood, man.I drown in it.The indians believed that the bloody holds all the bad spirits.And once a month in ceremonies they would cut themselves to let the spirits go free,Now there is something smart about that, very smart.I like that.You thing I'm crazy?