Conversations With A Killer

Here’s the thing. The Government sent me in an official capacity to kill as many of the enemy I could. I walked around the hills and deserts of a foreign country with a fucking huge gun. And people died. Thousands of them. I saw drones drop bombs on villages. I saw kids blown to shit. The enemy. Yeah, right, you’re shocked, you don’t even know the half of it. But when I, me, take it upon myself to rid the world of my enemies, the Government doesn’t like it. Calls me a murderer. A serial killer. A fucking sadist animal. You see? Well do ya? What’s the difference? Because from where I’m standing, I just don’t see one. – The Angel Maker

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