The Player

Beat, belabor, intimidate, and arrogantly exhibit those foul deeds amongst your peers while with a double edged sword you seek yet to hide the atrocities found therein. You're borne from the depths of virulent death, destruction, and mayhem. You are the purest form of evil, not easily disguised by the masks you don, which instead, showcase and lay bare your most barbaric ways and wiles.

The world watches while you repeatedly attempt to discard your trash, much like forgotten weeds scattered in the garden. Instead, all remain cognizant of the depths of iniquity feeding the fetor of your soul, swiftly aiding its demoralized decay. Hope and decency have long since fled, absconding due to the draining drought of moral aptitude. You are an empty, hellish nob, festering naught save hatred and discord amongst the masses. You are the vilest of scum, on bright display, but lest you forget, remember all the world's a stage....and you are front and center.

We see you in all your perverted glory and gore. We see exactly who you are....and the enormity of what you so luridly lack.