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(PHOTOS) Creepy Letter Written By T.J. Lane Before Shooting Rampage At Ohio School

T.J. Lane, the teenage killer who shot two students dead at his Ohio high school and left another three injured left a chilling note on his Facebook page weeks before the shooting.  I hope a lesson can finally be learned on why bullied must be taken seriously! Read the letter T.J. Lame wrote and see photos of the teen who went over the edge here…

 

T.J. Lane, who classmates described as a bullied outcast, posted an alarming letter to Facebook weeks before he went on the deadly rampage.  The news of the letter came comes as it emerged the death of a second victim was announced, a classmate who had started dating Lane’s ex-girlfriend.

Local news reports said Monday evening that a second student Russell King Jr., has died as a result of this morning’s shooting Chardon High School where 17-year old T.J. Lane began shooting fellow students.

(Daniel Parmertor, 16, was the first victim on the left and Russell King Jr., 17, died later after being taken to hospital to treat the gunshot wound he had in his back from the shooting)

(T.J. Lane shown in a photo from just over a week before the incident)

THE FULL LETTER HE POSTED TO FACEBOOK

(The following was reportedly posted by T.J. Lane on his Facebook page on December 20, 2011)

In a time long since, a time of repent, The Renaissance. In a quaint lonely town, sits a man with a frown. No job. No family. No crown. His luck had run out. Lost and alone.

The streets were his home. His thoughts would solely consist of “why do we exist?” His only company to confide in was the vermin in the street. He longed for only one thing, the world to bow at his feet.

They too should feel his secret fear. The dismal drear. His pain had made him sincere.

He was better than the rest, all those ones he detests, within their castles, so vain. Selfish and conceited.

They couldn’t care less about the peasants they mistreated. They were in their own world, it was a joyous one too. That castle, she stood just to do all she could to keep the peasants at bay, not the enemy away.

They had no enemies in their filthy orgy. And in her, the castles every story, was just another chamber of Lucifer’s Laboratory. The world is a sandbox for all the wretched sinners.

They simply create what they want and make themselves the winners. But the true winner, he has nothing at all. Enduring the pain of waiting for that castle to fall. Through his good deeds, the rats and the fleas.

He will have for what he pleads, through the eradication of disease. So, to the castle he proceeds, like an ominous breeze through the trees. “Stay back!” The Guards screamed as they were thrown to their knees. “Oh God, have mercy, please!”

The castle, she gasped and then so imprisoned her breath, to the shallow confines of her fragile chest. I’m on the lamb but I ain’t no sheep. I am Death. And you have always been the sod. So repulsive and so odd.

You never even deserved the presence of God, and yet, I am here. Around your cradle I plod. Came on foot, without shod. How improper, how rude. However, they shall not mind the mud on my feet if there is blood on your sheet.

Now! Feel death, not just mocking you. Not just stalking you but inside of you. Wriggle and writhe. Feel smaller beneath my might.

Seizure in the Pestilence that is my scythe. Die, all of you.


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