THE NEST OF THE DEAD BASTARDS
FUCKIN BITCH LISTEN GOOD WHORE WHEN JOHNNY WANTS TO FUCK , YOU SPREAD YOUR LEGS OTHERWISE..... THE BELT IS IN ORDER
MERCY JOHNNY....
I WILL DO WHATEVER YOU WANT.. ANYTHING YOU LIKE DON’T USE THE BELT WOUNDS ARE LATE TO CLOSE.
AND THE GREAT WAR CHANGE FOREVER THE WORLD WE KNEW.
YOU ARE A WHORE. SAY IT. SAY IT BABY SAY IT. I AM A WHORE.
THE VIRUS HAS INVENTED THE AIR OF THE PEOPLE.....
THE CLOUDS, THE SUN, THE RAIN BECAME THE NEW KNIGHTS OF THE REVELATION.
DOG....
PLEASE STAY CLOSE TO ME.....
YOU SHOULD NOT have KILL HIM.
JOHNNY JUST... LIKES IT ROUGH.
YOU FEED THEM TO SURVIVE.
NO... I NEED TO GO….
YOU ARE KILLING THE ANIMALS.... YOU DON’T FEED THEM!!!!!
AS HARD AS IT IS, YOU MUST LEARN TO LIVE WITHOUT MASTERS
DO NOT GO . I’M AFRAID OF LIFE WITHOUT A MASTER.
WE HAVE TO FIND THE PRICK WHO KILLED JHONNY....
YEAHH !!! we GONNA cut HIS BALLS AND WE WILL GIVE HIM TO EAT THEM WE JUST HAVE TO FIND HIM.
BRUTUS... HE’S SO FUCKIN PISSED OF...
WHO EVER IS... HE GOT BALLS....
WE ‘LL FIND HIM AND WE GONNA CUT HIS BALLS.
A POOR PARISH HE IS NO FUTURE.....
HIS LIFE FINISHED THE MOMENT HE RAISED BLADE IN ONE FROM US.
I HEAR YOU. ARE YOU COMING. LIKE A FLY, NAIL IN THE WEB OF THE “SPIDER”
OH YES !!!. COME COME !!!. THE SPIDER WAITING FOR YOU.
SON OF A BITCH.... NOW YOU ARE ALL MINE...
DOG.... ME, AND ONLY ME SET MY OWN DEATH!!!!!
MOTHERFUCKER TODAY I WILL I BURY YOU.....
GO AWAY !!!!! OTHERWISE IT WILL NOT STAY NOT A BONE FOR THE JACKALS.
GOOD JOB SPIDER., LET’S DRAG HIM UNTIL THE NEST.
HALF-INSANE BASTARDS, FED BY THE FLESH OF THE CRIME.
A BUNCH OF BASTARDS WHERE THEY LIVE IN THE NEST OF MADNESS...
THE LORDS TO KEEP ORDER THEY MADE THE “NESTS”......
EXECUTIONER... JUST LEAVE HIM TO THE MAMA......
OH.....WHAT A BEAUTIFUL BOY......
PRIVATE POLICE.... WHERE THEY DO WHAT EVER THEY WANT IN THE POOR’S WORLD.
YOU FUCKIN COCKSUSKER YOU WILL SPIT YOUR’S MOTHER’S MILK
I WANT HIM TO BLOOD SO MUCH.... IN MEMORY OF
IT WILL BE AS IT IS. AS OUR MASTER.... WISHES IT
SLAP
.... AND ALWAYS BRUTUS WINS... I WANT TO ASK YOU SOMETHING;
IS IT WORTH IT FOR ONE FUCKIN WHORE , TO LOSE YOUR LIFE?
OF COURSE NOT. AND YOU KNOW WHY; BECAUSE PEOPLE ARE ANIMALS....
MY WHOLE LIFE I FIGHT HOOLIGANS ANARCHISTS, AND EVERY KIND OF TROUBLERS.
... JUST GIVEN TO THEM THE OPPORTUNITY AND THEY WILL DESTROY THEIR OWN KIND....
AND WHOEVER KILLS MORE... HE BECOMES THE CHIEF.....
KEEP GOING I WANT HIM TO SUFFER
BRUTUS....
JOHNNY.
EVERY DAY AND SOMEONE NEW.
SUFFERING AT THEIR HANDS UNTIL IT GOES OFF HIS LIFE.
MURDER?
REMEMBER ME?
TWO WEEKS IN THE NEST...
THE BASTARDS THEY REFUSE TO END MY LIFE. THEY LIKE THE TORTURE...
SOME KIND OF TORTURER... JUST TELL ME WHAT DO YOU WANT...
DON’T BE AGGRESIVE. I GOT A PROPOSAL FOR YOU....
I WANT YOU TO KILL BRUTUS AND HIS FRIENDS LISTEN CAREFULLY..
AT THE BASEMENT IT’S THE BROTHEL FOR THE GUARDS...
POOR PUSSIES... BUT BELIEVERS TO BRUTUS.
I’M SURE THAT......
WHAT THE...
YOU WILL ENJOY KILLING THEM....
WHAT DO YOU WANT HERE..
SLAY THE MOTHERFUCKERS....
KILL EM ALL......
SPIDER??
TELL ME SOMETHING SPIDER... CAN YOU FLY WITHOUT YOUR WEB?
BE SURE TO KILL THE EXECUTIONER ..... THIS FUCKER HE HAS 9 LIVES.....
LEAVE ME ALONE MOTHERFUCKER I ‘M BUSY.... LEAVE THE OLD MAN TO US...... THE FIRST ONE IS THE SPIDER....JUST SHOVE IT.... YOU FUCKIN PIECE OF SHIT
IT’S SO BIG BRUTUS. GIVE ME TIME TO USE IT...
BRUTUS...
SEND THE BOY OUT. I DON’T WANT HIM TO SEE YOU SLAUGHTERED LIKE AN ANIMAL
YOU CAN NOT KILL ME... I AM BRUTUS I.......
KING; JUST TELL ME BRUTUS HOW ARE YOU A KING? WHEN ALL...
LISTEN TO ME. WHAT I HAVE IS YOURS. DO YOU WANT A BOY? DO YOU WANT GIRLS? ANYTHING.....
I WILL TALK TO THE LORDS.... THE NEST WILL BE YOURS...
I...
NO BRUTUS WE’RE NOT GOOD
YOUR SLAVES ARE DEAD...
WELL WHAT DO YOU THINK; ARE WE GOOD?
WOLVES AND SHEEPS IN THE SAME FLOCK... IT DISGUSTS ME SO MANY CENTURIES AND WE LEARNED NOTHING.
I DON’T KNOW IF IT WILL CHANGE ANYTHING BRUTUS. BUT, IF YOU WANT A CLEAN ENVIRONMENT YOU HAVE TO CUT OUT THE WEEDS...
I, I HAVE POWER... I AM BRUTUS THE KING.....
WELL DONE, WELL DONE.. EXCELLENT JOB WITH THE MACHET.
THE SUBJECT IN POWER IT’S JUST ANOTHER OF OUR PHYSICAL MODE.
YOU ARE BORN A SLAVE, MURDER... SLAVE TO THE PARENTS, TO THE TEACHERS, TO BOSSES, TO LOVERS.....
THE FEAR TO FREEDOM... THAT FEAR MAKES ALL OF US SLAVES...
ONLY THAT YOUR WORDS, MURDER, IS STRICT UTOPIA......
YOU KNOW SOMETHING MURDERER
I’M SICKED TO TELL ME WHAT TO DO AND I ASK YOU......
TELL ME THE TRUTH, DO YOU BELIEVE THAT WE HAVE A CHOICE?. THERE WILL ALWAYS BE IN BETWEEN US A RUBICON
BREAK THE RUBICON AND BE THE NEXT DICATOR PERPETUO....
IS IT SO BAD TO HAVE THE DESIRE TO BE THE NEW MASTER?
FIN
