There Is A Pipe Bomb In Your Mailbox

Black Metal... how can I describe it?

Imagine walking down an abandoned road: a dark alley in the shitty part of town; an overgrown path through the forest; a trek through the desert sands; any place devoid of human life except your own.

You have but one companion: the all consuming void. It calls you to the stars. It summons you to the places that man has forgotten, and fears to tread alone. The blackness overwhelms your mind, your heart, your every thought and emotion; consumes you in its never ending emptiness.

In that moment, you feel it; the desire to leave your earthly existence. The thought of spending another minute with your inferiors makes you sick to your stomach, and fills your with contempt. Contact with the morass that passes itself off as humanity fills you with unbounded hatred, and a lust for annihilation.

This loathing is transmuted, and the void takes on a new meaning; that of a lover whose intimate union satisfies your hunger for the infinite blackness of outer space. In that sinister communion with the shadows, an inner strength is found, and the secret truth of your being is revealed to you.

You are wise. You are a thing of evil.