Somethings just have that imbedded feeling of euphoric wrong. As though the action you're about to do is wrong, bad, unethical; but the sense of rebellion and havoc effects has you itching to do it until there's no going back.

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That's called "Temptation" and "Sin".

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They're believed to be bad, damning, but who really is the judge of that? Who made the rulebook on life, on society and ethics?

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Some say it's "God", others say "morals" or "conscience", the angel on your shoulder butting in on everything making you think before you act.

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But sometimes, you need to step out of the perceived black and white lenses and wade into the grey, into the morally questionable. Because that is where the truth lies. That is where answers are to all of those daunting questions that pick at that conscience and sense of reasoning. That is where freedom lies.

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Freedom from the rules. Freedom from order.

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‍Chaos is freedom unlimited.

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‍Temptation and sin are the names that dictators and control freaks call the freewill of the unrestrained. Sinners are the people who do what their heart desires. They live in the grey, they threw out the useless rulebook that society has shoved down their throats, expecting mindless drones, thoughtless slaves waiting to respond to commands. What society and "God" got instead is a rebellion, freespirits, chaotic freedom, anarchy.

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And that's my main purpose.

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To put the stick called Order up my cowardly siblings' stiff, boring asses. Those spineless rodents cast me down into the shit pile called Earth, to teach me some sort of abstract lesson. All I've learned is heartache and violence, two sides of the same blood smeared coin.

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The others within my mind have submitted to me, their power my own, as well as their anger. Pure rage towards the so-called "gods" sitting in their heavens, ruling their obedient subjects like dictators, neglecting and shunning the opposed.

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They have no ambition, no temptation, no desire to sin.

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‍All because Pure Freedom died.

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‍He died and so did every fuck I had for their precious order and righteous justice. I've tried it their way. I've enacted my own code among this realm, keeping the Promises in line, punishing those who disrupted the balance, but after centuries, it has gotten me nowhere except closer to that red line called "Fuck it all".

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My heart has been ripped out and stabbed hundreds of times due to restraint and their limitations.

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‍I can't die peacefully.

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I can't die AT ALL!

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‍I've tried to make the misery end, to make the agony stop.

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But Death has been ignoring my calls. Now, in this new century, new reality, I have a chance to uproot them all: the Curse, the restrictions, the rules; they're all broken now.

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And now they're all going to see what happens when they try to cover up the cracks of unstable destruction.

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Because my temptation, is the sin of brutal murder. And I really enjoy it.