Jackals Wish! The jackal is rushing torward the elements of unconcious decsion. The jackal is thirsty for unsuffocated corpses waiting to die in indecsion. Beasts of Black Blood escape the tendrils of hair to collapse in the waiting open mouth of feverish females entralled with lustly desires of the soul. Hatred abounds with wipeish appeties to devour flesh and soul. The climax of angelic agony coupled demontic anger feeds the beast until jaws tighten in estactic sting. Oblivious to the cry of flesh and soul, the beast screams out in pain and fullfillment of the joy of oneness with control and streams of catacystimic joy. Destroy the beast around you, incarate him with your wit and estemm, he will want all of your organs to fail to the great wonder of him, detest him , strangle him in essence and mind. Abbreviate him, scorch him, loving him will cause your destruction. Do away with his touch, his is not natural . It will only captivate you until you wake up in misery. Digest the jackal, his game has only begun.