Instinct

I live following my instinct.

My instinct tells me to kill.

And my Killing is never senseless. My Killing is the way to survive. My Killing is a grain on the balance that keeps the equilibrium in my world.

I never have remorse. Never had and never will.

I spent my time doing what I had to do to survive.

Nothing less, nothing more.

I had two sons, just one survived, by killing his brother.

I protected the stronger, I let go the wicker.

I did not kill one of my sons I saved one of them.

This was the way of my parents, and this will be the way of my son.

And this is the only way in the world where I live.

Done