Life is empty
life is meaningless
when we take a life we take nothing of value
there is no higher purpose
there are no gods
no arbiters of right and wrong
you are not asked to like realty
you are asked to be strong enough to face it
perfection is attained by becomeing weapons, as strong and merciless as a sword
life is nothing in itself
it is a places maker of who is winning
we are the Night Angels
we are always winning
winning is nothing
we win because it is an insult to lose
the ends do not justify the means
the means do not justify the ends
there is no one to justify to
there is no justification
there is no justice
there is only the vengances of the NightAngels