- Cult of Disemboweled Cunt
Cult 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 Attraction
I 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
- Handwriting
Most 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 Consciousness
I 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 Flesh
Need 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
- Trap
I 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