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tiny gods

Human beings so wretchedly deformed mentally that they can only achieve some climactic sense of purpose or achievement by extinguishing the life-force from other human beings. In a sense it’s mass conformity of the worst kind, a fascistic desire to control and stamp out imperfect systemic entries taken to it’s ultimate, horribly logical and ludicrous extreme. The killer at once becomes his own universe and the prisoner of his own horrible presence that on at least some level, even he must know how diseased and pathetically wrong his justifications are on pretty much every level. Tiny Gods crouched like wizards behind curtains made of the crappiest crepe paper- writhing dalek interiors desperate to project a sense of completion and perfection to the outside world- for these Gods, worship is not necessary but recognition is.