What the hell does a Rabbit have to do with Jesus and Easter ?

Foolish Mortals so happy with your stupid bunnies and eggs. First off I will crush your eggs and eat them for breakfast. Then I am sure like Sinistar I will still hunger! So then I will take a sword and cut the heads off of your all cute little bunnies, cook them then eat them for lunch! They need to get my my belly... i hunger!

Jesus didn't come from rabbits . Eggs do not come from rabbits! You are all a bunch of puppet pin heads! And the commercial system has played you all like a harp from HELL!

Oh you're angry? to bad! This is MY HOUSE! I ran my unit .. how I run my unit!

It's fun making these mere mortals angry! My Despise for love makes it easy to influence them!

Ahh these tiny mere mortals hate how the Dark One is able to make them angry. Oh and I love to tell them about how love is a lie and they are so foolish to believe such tales of the devil!

Love is not real. Only darkness and sinister pens reside here now!

When I talk about the lie of love the mortals are so angry! It fills me with evil glee and a sinister laugh runs across my face! As the evil piano music plays I compose more darkness and more evil to anger them!!

The best is yet to come! My poem about KILLING CUPID and destroying Valentines day will be my most magical masterpiece! Not only am I filled with Evil Glee because I will get paid to be evil. But how easily these stupid mortals get angry and raise hell over my freedom of expression!

Cupid Lied to me! I was not always this dark. Cupid you son of a bitch!
You made me remmeber?
Time for a little payback!!!

Be on the lookout my dark friends for the end of cupid
as I murder him in my new Poem/Story.

Let the games begin!!! The Sinister Pen is full of SIN!

DIE CUPID DIE! I will have my revenge !

I'm Already Dead Poem from a Dead Hand

You see me breathe you see my hair blow in the night air. As the sinister candles burn and. My dead hand holds the pen with anger and rage as I let the drops of blood drip on the pages.

Can't you see I am the walking dead my soul and heart no longer feels. For love is a lie, how can I fly or ever touch the sky if I am trapped in this hell with these souls who waste away their lives.

So many times I tried to die, but I no longer try. I am already Dead, and I write this words with my dead hand. I hope you understand this is goodbye. I tried to believe I tried to see magic in love, but it's all lies.

Life is worthless without an Eternal Lover and Soulmate, so eternal darkness may be my fate. This is only the dark side of me, the side most will never see.

But I want you to read this words written with the Dead Hand at my funeral. Because then I will haunt this earth casting darkness so that one day they will understand the sad lost souls and Sinister Hearts of the ones who never found this soul mate in this horrible world.

Signed in blood... with the sinister pen, written by my DEAD HAND!

SEE YOU IN HELL !