I chop 'em in their bloody heads
Chop 'em up until they're dead
Rot and ruin, moldy bread!
NOW WHO's CRAZY?
I shoot 'em in the bloody face
Drop 'em into outer space
Dead and devils, set the pace!
NOW WHO'S CRAZY?
I gut 'em with a rusty knife
Make 'em plead to save their life
Me? Why I'm the LORD OF STRIFE!
NOW WHO'S CRAZY, YOU BASTARDS?! CALL ME CRAZY? I
WILL END YOU! GRAAAAAAAARH!
[The rest of this handwritten poem descends into rambling and threats that will probably work better as a musical holo-film. And yes, he did write out "GRAAAAAAAAH!"]
This journal can be found in Clugg's Panic Room in a crate by the stairs at (-1617.47 -938.39).