Homicidal Tendencies

Homicidal tendencies run rampant though my veins, boiling my blood, seeping though ever fiber in my body and threatening to take over my very being, as my loathing for the atrocities of the human race steadily climb to a new level with every passing second I spend conscience. Existing without purpose, they attack and backstab each other, killing one another off for petty and deranged reasons, shredding each other into insignificant pieces, rivers of blood cascading around them as they relish in their glory of the destruction of someone weaker than they were, burning them to mark the fact that even those not purposely involved, no longer remain innocent due to their selfish deplorable acts of inhumanity. All their deaths are inevitable as they run in circles until exhaustion snatches them and pulls them into the oppressing eternity of death. Sickeningly sweet smiles on skeleton faces hide the toxic teeth used to rip out the throats of the unsuspecting. The human race, with all its detrimental tricks, spread and multiply like viruses for which there is only one cure, the annihilation  of the human race and everything it has ever created.