Cult of Disemboweled CuntCult of Disemboweled Cunt
I think that life is venereal disease
transmitted by genital tract
with lethal outcome
I will save Earth from this contagion
Killing as many as possible people
Fatal AttractionI am the hangman in the dark wood
I’m here like in the cistern with mud
At the moment when you stumble
I undoubtedly gulp you
My name is Andrey
Chikatilo is my surname
I’m necromaniac
First Murder“…We entered my mud hut, I switched on the light and as soon as I closed the door at once fell on her pressing under me, beginning to tear off her dress. The girl was scared, began to cry and I began to press her mouth with my hands… Her scream stimulated me still more… I wanted to tear all and touch. She was wheezing, I was stifling her and it gave me something relief…”
Andrey Romanovich Chikatilo
HandwritingMost of my victims are undergone monstrous vivisection after rape -
I cut off their breasts, buttocks and other parts of the body
To corpses I leave memories of many injuries of face and abdomen
Incised wounds I leave on surface of breast and many injuries of female genital organs
All without exception my murders
Distinguished by one handwriting – Sadism
Masks of ConsciousnessI have striving to sadistic violence
But I make good impression upon associates
They do not surmise about my second life
In which I am a brutal killer partitioning corpses
I find individual approach to those who then will be absorbed by woodland belt
To the hungry I give food
To the frozen – Heat
Need In FleshNeed in flesh – Striving to sadistic violence
Need in flesh – Striving to perverted beauty
Need in flesh – Perverted fantasies
Need in flesh – Fantastic perversions
Need in flesh pushes me straight to bliss
It gives me triumphal instinctive confidence in actions
Thanks to that I do it without doubt
TrapI can see your feelings smell your future fear before death
I am scrutinize you, syndicate you and I choose you
I am penetrating your psychology, learn to freely control you
I am inveigling you, reassure you and you believe me
You believe me but my villa is a ghost of wood
You believe me but from the wood I return alone
You believe me and I repeat my ritual again