Look down at me and you see a fool; look up at me and you see a god; look straight at me and you see yourself.
You know a long time ago being crazy meant something. Nowadays everybody’s crazy.
“You expect to break me? Impossible! You broke me years ago. You killed me years ago.
“Believe me, if I started murdering people… There’d be none of you left!”
I’m not your executioner. I’m not your devil and I’m not your God. I’m Charles Manson
I can’t judge any of you. I have no malice against you and no ribbons for you. But I think that it is high time that you all start looking at yourselves, and judging the lie that you live in.
You eat meat and you kill things that are better than you are, and then you say how bad, and even killers, your children are. You made your children what they are.
In fact, it makes me mad when someone kills snakes or dogs or cats or horses. I don’t even like to eat meat- that is how much I am against killing
We’re not in Wonderland anymore Alice
If I could get angry at you, I would try to kill every one of you. If that’s guilt, I accept it.
So for you people who are filled with fear that I might someday be released: breathe easy, I don’t see it happening.
I will have you removed if you don’t stop. I have a little system of my own.
You are going to use this courtroom to kill me? I am going to fight for my life one way or another. You should let me do it with words.
I’m probably one of the most dangerous men in the world if I want to be. But I never wanted to be anything but me.
I know and understand you are much more than what I think your are but first I must deal with you the way I think you even if that’s only my own thinking and not you.
Well, we’re our own prisons. We each our own wardens & we do our own times. We get stuck in our own little trips & we kind a judge ourselves the way we do. You know, I can’t judge the truth uh, nobody else, best thing I can do is try to judge myself & live with that.
You made your children what they are…these children that come at you with knives, they are your children. You taught them. I didn’t teach them. I just tried to help them stand up… You can project it back at me, but I am only what lives inside each and every one of you. My father is your system… I am only what you made me. I am a reflection of you.
