Your job is to sow pain, death, and suffering. Maybe deep down you are kind and gentle, but it turns out that you only bring misfortune. This plunges you into a gloomy mood, and at night you write heartbreaking poems by the megabyte, and then burn them in a hellish furnace. But that's when no one is watching. And when people see you, they take you for a Hellish Satan, a vile, perverted bastard who doesn't care about anything. During Armageddon, you will be the executioner of Darkness.
Exactly how I am.
© Ринго Старр


