Vārdi: Contempt. One Justice. Burn.

There will be no mercy for the wicked bastards. Corporations that thrive on the onslaught, prepare for destruction. You call it violence. I call it justice. A reaction to the death that you inflict. Protectors of the enemy come to me. Harass me, but you can?t stop me and my contempt for you. You can?t take away my thoughts. My ideas are what your system fears the most. In the end there will be bloodshed, but it won?t be that of the innocent. Six billion slaughtered, expect to suffer. You will not survive. You will burn