This is not a game. You stand against everything I hold sacred. You corrupt and destroy that which matters most to me.

You are always in my way. For your chaos you will pay.

You never made it that high.
You've just been riding on this lie.

One day the truth will save you.

You could feel me seething, but you just put your nose up in the air.

"The world is a cruel, manipulative machine, and these men are its gears."

Pinches culeros, cabrones hijos de puta. Se culean a sus madres. Vengo a chingarme a sus mujeres. Fumar su mota, tomarme todas las cervezas. Romperles la pinche cara, dale madre pendejo! Me dan lo que quiero y no hay bronca, me niegan va a ver desmadre. Creen pueden conmigo, pinches idioas, no pueden matarme, ya estoy muerto. Si siguen conmigo van a rogarpor la pinche muerte, y va a haber madre, pinche madre.

Soak it
all up
in your
head with
the anger.

If we gain by severance, we gain most of all. Annihilate your kindness, twisting those involved.