it never fails to happen. i will rip the goodness out of your soul, its there i see it, no matter how dim faint weak it may be. i make satan crave to serve laddle fulls of boiled carrots at a homeless shelter, and love it, and smile with his wicked smile, and love it. oh yeah i do realize everytime i take the time to exorcisterate your goodness it weakens my own light, its ok the world will be traped in my darkness light fading, even my darkness is still good. it is all good because thats the way i want it to be.