"We be burnin, not concernin what nobody wanna say..."

On the corner of Boulevard Ney and Rue de la Chappelle, a warehouse stands, completely devoid of visible activity. It's silence is as abundant as the dirt on it's walls. The ever so many 99 eurocent paint jobs have created an extra layer around the structure's interior. So thick is it, that if one is lucky, one can witness the popping of a gecko's head out of the nest it inhabits withing the paint.

One hour, two hours, 3 hours, 4 hours, 5 hours, 6 hours, 7 hours...

The time is 02:40. The air is dense with pollen from the spring, and early dew from the rain just a few hours ago. The crickets *chirp* *chirp*, and the grass sways, sways, sways...left and right, left and right...

*Thump* goes the hard leather shoe on the pavement. The crickets disapear, the grass is trampled on, torn to peices by one man's intentions. They aren't clear, until he grabs his trusty chain pliers. The chain on the lock goes *ka-chink*. It hits the floor, *Ka-chunk-a-chunk*. He steps over the chain. He goes inside. The doors are left open, creaking *Squeak, squeak*.

He slowly strolls towards his find. 420L of a toxic peach colored solution, oozing inside 42 barrels. Stacked one on one, a perfect pyramid of murder. Slow murder. He knew it well. First, the shocks, the burns. *Sizzizz* goes the lotion on it's skin. Then the addiction. More, more, more! They reject the pain for the lie of the pleasure. Then, erosion. Skin ripping apart *Crashhhhhck*. The neverending pain, the agony of acid, the terror of temptation. Every single moment in the most exquisite and impossible pain. He grinned. He chuckled. His intentions? To become extremely rich, even at the expense of others. Not a nice man indeed. Why should he profit from our trust? Our desperation? Our human nature?

Indeed, he shouldn't. And he won't.

"We be burnin, not concernin, what nobody wanna say..."
He turns around. He doesn't see me. In the bushes I am. *Shuffshuffshuff*
"We be earnin dollars turning cause we mind deh pon we pay..."
He peers into the distance. The silly man is looking the wrong way!
"Some got gold and all dem diamonds all we got is Mary Jane..."
No more sneeking. I pounce. One, two, one, two,
left, right, left, right.
left, push, flip, soar.
My axe in hand, I make the strike for the shoulder. I can see the joint tendons as they fly away from the body. So much blood on so small a man. What a dissapointment.
"Legalize it, time to recognize it."

It's 04:20. Another rain has passed, a smaller one. The grass is fresh, and the scents of spring are filling my nose with inspiration. I didn't like the mean man. He was going to hurt alot of good people. I knew it. I could feel it. I can always feel it. It scares me. Scares me enough to act on it. I can't help it, I can't stop it. Once you mount the roller coaster, you have to take the long trip down.

I let the man get a taste of his own concoction. He passed into the next world with a scar on his soul. His consience caught up to him, with a bloody shovel in it's arms. The blood was his, and will be fresh again. Of course, the face cream ate away all the blood. All that's left are the clothes. The cream doesn't touch anything synthetic. It feeds only on flesh and blood. Bad cream. It will dry up and crack away. *Krip, fwoosh* the wind will take the little bits of murder tot he skies. They won't hurt anybody there.

I cleaned my axe. I thought of the man. He just wanted to be happy. We all want to be happy. We all want the same things... But that's where Id leaves. Id gave up on us a long time ago. Id doesn't exist anymore. Id left the town, and packed all his bags too. Ego is in control now.

We all want the same things, but there's only one of each, so we must fight for them.

Me? I fight for everything else. I don't know happyness, so I can't find it. I've never met Id or Ego. Both are very strange to me.
"This purple haze it mek mi crazy..."
"Mek mi write new tune, yeah dat's what pays me..."
"Cause dat not di only occupation..."
"Goin to get some I give yuh medication..."
I have to work my way to the top. Once I'm done with this empire, I'll break another one. I'll do it one head at a time. I have all eternity for this. I have all my life.

Next up, the woman who knows how to steal the most money, how to gain the most power. She's so beautiful, but I know better. That mask she wears will crunch into her skin. Even after death. But I want her to feel it first. I won't kill her just yet. I want her to feel the pain of her own invention, to feel the concequence of her own intention. Nobody know's it better than I do.

I wear a mask on my own. It's made of wood.

They'll come looking for her, but I'll burn out by then. It won't matter to me. I'll go into the next life with a taste of Zion in my hand.