I wake like every other day nothing is new.

Walking the streets as if nothing is wrong with me.

I look at these pathetic creatures, beings lower than me.

The steel keeps grinding with no bound.

I spot a particularly beautiful lady, skin white as snow and lips as plump as a juicy fruit and a smile as bright as a star.

I like what I see, I will make her fall in love with me.

Her perfume penetrate...