When you taste blood you will never forget the thrill of the kill. The everlasting moment when iron is the only matter that comes from the prey.
And into the fray you go.
Embracing pain and the infinite anger for more. The only thing that puts life in perspective, ambition.
To kill.
To end only to begin.
Control.
The endless cycle of renewable truth that conceives innovation as a part of you. Something new and unquestioned by the ones who perceive power. The power to control creation and destruction in the same scale.
The power to be ethereal. To float over the sea of mediocre men and women who dare to be accept for less.
I am the one who knows what feels everything less and more.
I am the experience of reason made human.
I am truth.
The one and only who listens to your beat when your are not aware of the kill. I sense the fear and control when you are doomed to be mine.
The singular and concrete moment of truth that relates only to the proper sense of ownership.
I am the one who will prevail.
Alone. Unexpected. Forever real and forever nothing.
The real part of this world who leaves only to remain a mountain of remains in others.
I am nothing, I am what you are, and you are all mine in the infinite quest for eternity.
I live only to learn how to die. Forever.
the MONSTRUKTOR