Mfarhanonline Social Media News: The suspect in a school shooting near Cleveland posted a macabre, ominous message on his Facebook wall months ago, closing with the sentence “Die, all of you.” The suspect, identified by witnesses and one of the shooting victims as T.J. Lane, shot and wounded five people outside a high school in Chardon, Ohio, resulting in at least one death. Lane is said to be a student at the school. Two of the victims are in critical condition, CNN reports . Many reports said Lane also posted threats to Twitter last night, but that is unconfirmed, and a photo that is circulating that purports to show Lane pointing a pair of pistols to the camera does not appear to be the same person. Twitter did not immediately respond to a request for confirmation that the site had shut down Lane’s Twitter account. The Facebook message alluding to death was posted Dec. 30, 2011. The message appears to be a poem or lyrics to a song, describing a man with no belongings or family advancing on a “castle,” which he describes as “Lucifer’s Laboratory.” The man then apparently destroys the castle and kills its occupants. The rest of Lane’s profile is fairly sparse, only taking the trouble to share the occasional song from YouTube and even using an app to post a “Happy Valentine’s Day” message on Feb. 10. None of the photos in his public albums appear strange or out of the ordinary. We’ve reached out to Facebook for confirmation that the profile is indeed Lane’s and if they intend to lock it down in any way. Update: Lane’s profile disappeared from Facebook shortly after this story was posted. A transcript of the Dec. 30 message is below. 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 peasents 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 peasents 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. Social Media reviews series maintain by Mayya
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