I’m miss understood I know not why, these women really need to die, for what they do selling themselves puts a curse on all of us, these dregs, these filth, I’ll cleanse them all for I am Jack, I’m 10 foot tall, the joy of death, the pleasure of pain, there blood running through my hands, I’m on a quest to make things right to fix my inner hurt, and when I’m done, I’ll disappear and none will know the truth for what I am is metaphor on all society’s filth
