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Blood V: The War 40

I leave this as a declaration of intent, so no one will be confused. One: "Si vis pacem, para bellum." Latin. Boot Camp Sergeant made us recite it like a prayer. "Si vis pacem, para bellum - If you want peace, prepare for war."

Two: Nick Coombs is dead. He died with his family. Three: in certain extreme situations, the law is inadequate. In order to shame its inadequacy, it is necessary to act outside the law. To pursue... natural justice. This is not vengeance. Revenge is not a valid motive, it's an emotional response. No, not vengeance. Punishment.


I Am going to fucking End You in court. People are Finally on the same fucking page and directed like a bullet right where they need to be.. this isn't about anger, This isn't about my Broken Soul, or the remains of whatever Soul you had left... This Isn't about Revenge even though you may think otherwise.. this Is about his Mental health and his soul, that's it. It's time to load all the bullet's in my gun, it's time for you to fail... It's time to finish this game.. It's time to finish this war... you are the one that has failed a parent not m,e, I am the one here, broken but still standing, Still His father and not going anywhere... You'd have to do a lot more than fucking Kill me to ever stop this fight... the one thing He will know one day is that I have never stopped fighting, I wasn't there to protect him from something worse than Me, something that the pieces are now coming all apart for you, you can't hide behind one lie yet have the fucking balls to go speak for someone who is the total scum of the earth, You are not human anymore and he needs to be protected from your ways and your values... let's finish this.. I don't mind damning myself, my soul was already forfeit, it's not about me, it never has been, I know that I'm going down south for the choices i have made, I used to think you were coming with me, But for the choices you have made you deserve oblivion. This battle needs to be done... but there is no fucking way I ever walk away from it.

Current Mood: Angry, Determined.
Current Music: The End Has Come, Ben Moody.

These are your tools. The rest are the luxuries of the living. The dead don't get music. The dead don't get beauty. The dead don't get flavor, or warmth, or friendship. Because the dead don't feel

Me, I know where I stand. And I don't worry about it. Because when it's over. When they're all dead and the war is over... there'll still be one bullet left. To clear all accounts

You don't know what it's like to hate. To have your entire life become nothing more than an expression of hate. Nothing else matters. Nothing else can compare. Or taste as sweet.

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