I know this won't be featured.

Bloodlust is what's runnig through my viens as I look deep into my soul with hatered.
I feel as though I'm burning on the very enternal organs I live on...
Why...do I enjoy the feel of being taken over by insolent violence...
Is it because of what I have to deal with?
Must I always consider dashing about the ground eleminating my foes with a simple round-house kick?
Or rather punching them with a bloody fist?!
What do I live for?
Should I even have an identity?
Should I stay evil...or...good...
Maybe I missed the thing that sets
you off....
You don't know happends...
Open your noes here and smell the stench of my orz...