All in the Family by Brian Warner

He hoped the tape recorder would still work. It was one of those small portable ones often used in schools or libraries. 

Teddy didn't even realize the irony of his action-Angie was in fact the one who had bought it for him. He wiped the hair and blood off the corner and released a sigh of frustration. "Mother will probably ground me from the television," he considered, looking to the mess he had made.

"Damn her. Damn them all. Why did she have to hurt Peg? Why?" Balefully, he kicked the corpse beside him. Her glazed eyes stared back at him with empty fascination. "You bitch. You killed Peg."

His sister's dead look gave no response. (He wondered why.) Her face looked so shadowed. He lifted her head up by her clotted hair and saw that it was dried blood on her cheek that created the mock shadow. He saw, too, that the dent in her skull had stopped gushing; the coagulated blood had formed a gelatinous plug.

Mother would be home soon. He would have to dig a grave.

Long Hard Road Out of Hell

I have always been a huge fan of Marilyn Manson. I loved his music, performance, writings, appearance, well, everything. I admired him and in the same level as Hitler, Mao, and even Nietzsche and Karl Marx. Because he is the only individual of our age who is so powerful and strong. I was heavily influenced by him since I was a kid. Actually, my interest in philosophy, religion, fame, and freedom started with listening to him. His lyrics struck me in the head. I admired him, appreciated him. It is normal for me to have interest in the life of a man who I admire.

Through the reading of his book, I became to understand him more than ever. His ideas, his life, his experiences, his philosophy, I can see them clearly in his book. His life is a story of a worm, who is scared and abused, struggle his way up to get wings and became a hero, Antichrist.