13th September 1888
13th September 1888
The road to Hell is a one-way street, once entered upon the path, there’s no way back. I walk the same path each day, following the w****s as they too stagger blindly towards the oblivion I provide. Their deaths are pre-ordained, each one foretold by the voices that guide me on the way. Their blood must flow; their lives must end on the streets where they ply their filthy bodies, their rancid flesh. I shall continue my work, until the w****s are gone, and the filth is gone, washed clean.
The road to Hell is a one-way street, once entered upon the path, there’s no way back. I walk the same path each day, following the w****s as they too stagger blindly towards the oblivion I provide. Their deaths are pre-ordained, each one foretold by the voices th
