Post by Eno Redrum on Dec 3, 2008 22:46:42 GMT -5
You see me, but do you see the real me?
Do you just see the man that has sat atop the TWD for the past three plus months?
Do you see the man that remains undefeated here in the TWD? The one no one has been able to defeat?
Or do you see the cagey war veteran that has traveled the world and done things you only see in movies or read about in books?
Or is it the broken man who was unable to do anything as he watched his wife and son parish in a car fire and then held his daughter's limb body as she died waiting for the paramedics to arrive after she was hit by a car just one year after the others died?
Tell me.
What is it you see?
What do you know about Eno Redrum, a.k.a. Job Pettish?
Trust me when I tell you that if you think you know me, then you don't know me at all.
I'm the type of man who can stare at you from the window across the street, take one last drag of my Camel and then look through the scope of my rifle and let one well placed bullet go before breaking it all down and putting it back in its carrying case. Then wipe the sweat off my face and calmly walk out of the building, take a deep breath and walk away from the crime scene safe. You never saw it coming. My only excuse, I love to deal out pain and abuse.
Or perhaps I'll cross your path, right outside the very house you live in. Just wait till you get to the drive way and start emptying my clip. Or I can walk up behind you on the street, make a noise, you turn around and I put one in your dome. The last thing you saw was chrome and a, flash of light. I could be waiting, camped out in your car, in the backseat with some chicken-wire, soon as you hit the backstreet I jump up like Jack-in-the-Box, strangle the shit out your ass. Then clean up the mess and, get away from the cops
I could be a delivery guy or some guy working at WalMart showing your kid the latest in video games. I could be the waiter serving you your dinner at the restaurant you eta at. Hell, I could be the one driving the school bus that your kid rides to school every day, but then again I don't like to involves women and children.
See I have feelings, I put them aside and when it's time for me to do my job, I don't ask questions, I just get the job done. I don't get much sleep, my soul's tormented. I wish it was a lie but everything I said I meant it. I know I'm doing wrong and everyday I beg the Lord to forgive me for messing with the, double-edged sword. Shit ain't going too well, I know I'm going to hell. Sometimes I think what will I do. But in the end all I am good for is to kill because that's who I am.
Now you know me.
You know what I am capable of.
You also now know that I simply do not care.
I don't care about you.
I don't care about this title.
I don't care about myself.
The only thing I care about is inflicting pain and making others suffering as I have suffered.
Until we meet, shalom.
Do you just see the man that has sat atop the TWD for the past three plus months?
Do you see the man that remains undefeated here in the TWD? The one no one has been able to defeat?
Or do you see the cagey war veteran that has traveled the world and done things you only see in movies or read about in books?
Or is it the broken man who was unable to do anything as he watched his wife and son parish in a car fire and then held his daughter's limb body as she died waiting for the paramedics to arrive after she was hit by a car just one year after the others died?
Tell me.
What is it you see?
What do you know about Eno Redrum, a.k.a. Job Pettish?
Trust me when I tell you that if you think you know me, then you don't know me at all.
I'm the type of man who can stare at you from the window across the street, take one last drag of my Camel and then look through the scope of my rifle and let one well placed bullet go before breaking it all down and putting it back in its carrying case. Then wipe the sweat off my face and calmly walk out of the building, take a deep breath and walk away from the crime scene safe. You never saw it coming. My only excuse, I love to deal out pain and abuse.
Or perhaps I'll cross your path, right outside the very house you live in. Just wait till you get to the drive way and start emptying my clip. Or I can walk up behind you on the street, make a noise, you turn around and I put one in your dome. The last thing you saw was chrome and a, flash of light. I could be waiting, camped out in your car, in the backseat with some chicken-wire, soon as you hit the backstreet I jump up like Jack-in-the-Box, strangle the shit out your ass. Then clean up the mess and, get away from the cops
I could be a delivery guy or some guy working at WalMart showing your kid the latest in video games. I could be the waiter serving you your dinner at the restaurant you eta at. Hell, I could be the one driving the school bus that your kid rides to school every day, but then again I don't like to involves women and children.
See I have feelings, I put them aside and when it's time for me to do my job, I don't ask questions, I just get the job done. I don't get much sleep, my soul's tormented. I wish it was a lie but everything I said I meant it. I know I'm doing wrong and everyday I beg the Lord to forgive me for messing with the, double-edged sword. Shit ain't going too well, I know I'm going to hell. Sometimes I think what will I do. But in the end all I am good for is to kill because that's who I am.
Now you know me.
You know what I am capable of.
You also now know that I simply do not care.
I don't care about you.
I don't care about this title.
I don't care about myself.
The only thing I care about is inflicting pain and making others suffering as I have suffered.
Until we meet, shalom.
