I am the mayflower preserved in formaldehyde.
Brooding purple heartedly within a pantheon of reason.
Tempestuously radiating, like white heat,
against the bland conspire of maladies
of our truly hopeless humanity. I desire only
the deaths of dull witted varmint of the upright
walking variety amongst men and women.
I avenge my affliction of them
by wetting my beak in their harrowed cores.