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This city is afraid of me. I have seen its true face. The streets are extended gutters and the gutters are full of blood and when the drains finally scab over, all the vermin will drown. The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up about their waists and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout "Save us!"... and I'll look down and whisper "No."
Night I heard the news... Night I heard 38 people did nothing... Was the night I put on this mask. Never wanted to see face in mirror again. Ashamed to be part of human race. So I'm not. Not anymore.
News is how the world cries out in pain. Need to hear it. Constantly. Over and over.
Sometimes to make things right you have to do things wrong. I'm willing to do those things. I've always been willing to do them.
City is rotting. Garbage and decay pile higher, becoming our homes. Monuments to the corruption of those in powerful positions. Citizens too distracted to notice this horror. Authorities benefit keeping us that way.
The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up about their waists and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout "Save us!"... and I'll look down and whisper "No."
This rudderless world is not shaped by vague metaphysical forces. It is not God who kills the children. Not fate that butchers them or destiny that feeds them to the dogs. It's us. Only us. Streets stank of fire. The void breathed hard on my heart, turning its illusions to ice, shattering them. Was reborn then, free to scrawl own design on this morally blank world. Was Rorschach.
For my own part, regret nothing. Have lived free, free from compromise...and step into the shadow now without complaint.
Pages with a quote from this character will automatically be added here along with the quote.
This city is afraid of me. I have seen its true face. The streets are extended gutters and the gutters are full of blood and when the drains finally scab over, all the vermin will drown. The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up about their waists and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout "Save us!"... and I'll look down and whisper "No."
Night I heard the news... Night I heard 38 people did nothing... Was the night I put on this mask. Never wanted to see face in mirror again. Ashamed to be part of human race. So I'm not. Not anymore.
News is how the world cries out in pain. Need to hear it. Constantly. Over and over.
Sometimes to make things right you have to do things wrong. I'm willing to do those things. I've always been willing to do them.
City is rotting. Garbage and decay pile higher, becoming our homes. Monuments to the corruption of those in powerful positions. Citizens too distracted to notice this horror. Authorities benefit keeping us that way.
The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up about their waists and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout "Save us!"... and I'll look down and whisper "No."
This rudderless world is not shaped by vague metaphysical forces. It is not God who kills the children. Not fate that butchers them or destiny that feeds them to the dogs. It's us. Only us. Streets stank of fire. The void breathed hard on my heart, turning its illusions to ice, shattering them. Was reborn then, free to scrawl own design on this morally blank world. Was Rorschach.
For my own part, regret nothing. Have lived free, free from compromise...and step into the shadow now without complaint.
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