If I had the means, I would end your life at this moment...
Yeah you, slime, rodent, maggot-gut, bag of filth.

The millions which fall into this description... hear me now.

I wish to kill you. Before the eyes of those innocents you have pained, preferably. In the fullest of color, the largest of viewscreens, I would demonstrate what comes to those who deny the karmic wheel.

Yeah you, stain, you festering mucosal drip.

The innocents still recall the sickness in your beady eyes, as you strove to separate their conscience from their physicality through subtle verbal manipulations. And yes, when you finally broke them, sending them to cry in shame, you laughed the laughter of madmen through time... senseless, ignorant, and echoing through the heads of those unfortunate enough to hear the dischord.

I will kill you, one day. Be it in words or with my blade... I will not stop until the karmic wheel has spun to it's proper position, and all is justified by the sands of time.

And still, as your insipid manipulations and grandiose, self-imposed claims of messiahhood bleed stinking and thinly into soil that had once been pure, once before your death, Mother Nature herself will reject you. For even in death will your putrefaction corrupt her pristine soils; she shall ne'er accept your heinous corpse. Retching and vomiting forth your poisoned, mangled remains for your master Lucifer to consume and defecate.

At last, you are no more. Yet if only I could render as dead the bitter memories in the hearts of all you have tainted.