Dear God,

Thank you for life.

Thank you for the way the children run across the playground.

Thank you for the way women are pure beauty.

Thank you for giving me the hunger for both.

Thank you for knives and guns and victims.

Thank you for rape.

Thank you for the screams of terror.

Thank you for the way a knife can part skin perfectly.

Thank you for blood.

Thank you for hearts you can take and put in little jars.

Thank you for bloody corpses lying on my bed.

Thank you for their blood and how it makes good ink.

Thank you for life.

Thank you.