Do you find yourself getting restless and looking over your shoulder? Do those tiny hairs on the back of your neck stand up? Have you looked quickly and nobody there? Bad nightmares? Find yourself waking up to a noise that you can't find the source?
First: God is watching.
Second: You're not paranoid. People are out to get you. Murdering innocents by proxy will not save you. The Brit who covered his face is being searched for. Your actions just add one more bullet to the box of bullets with your name on it. With each murder, the storerooms are almost full with the boxes of bullets labeled "I.S.I.S.". Soon, you'll meet your god Iblis. He'll lick you slowly from head to toe. See, he will stock his larder with you and the rest of the lunch wannabes who roam the earth right now and he just needs to know what cut of nasty you are.
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