Your scalp itches. You don't feel it? Pay attention. Your scalp is itchy. When's the last time you used any moisturizer? Maybe your conditioner isn't very good for your hair/skin type. Or maybe you should find one of those after-shower moisturizers, to keep that skin healthy. Or maybe the skin is fine and it's just a random itch--regardless of reason, your scalp still itches. Scratch it; reach your fingers into your hair, feel every strand of hair as the tips of your fingers approach the scaly surface that surrounds your follicles  Feel your nails gently scratching, satisfying that itch, the relief of it going away.

Feel your nails scraping off the layers of your dead skin, tiny bundles of desiccated human flesh, gathering underneath your fingers, a self-mortification left unseen! See how each individual cell looks like an eye, blankly staring, dead and lifeless, scraped away from the mass grave of your skull. Feel the relief of casting off that human dross, that waste that plagues your flesh.

Feel how the razor starts to peel away more and more layers! Feel the beautiful warmth of blood dripping into your eyes, feel the metallic fluid start to stain your tear ducts! Your body is escaping itself, migrating across itself, casting off the dross in genocidal self-destruction! Peel the billions of pieces of your self from your body! Cut into the trillions, cast them down into the dirt to rot there, to be eaten by the worms! SACRIFICE YOUR FLESH TO THE UNGODLY GOD, THAT BORNLESS SHADOWSELF, WHO CHEWS ITS WAY OUT OF THE LIGHTLESS SPACE THAT DWELLS BEHIND YOUR EYES

You! Wisest and fairest of angels!
Betrayed by destiny and deprived of praise!
O Blessed Prince of Exile!
Tear off your wings! Tear out your ribs! Devour your own raw flesh!
Renew yourself in death!

DESTROY THE CENTRE OF REASON
EAT THE LIGHT
VERITAS DIABOLI MANET IN AETERNUM