My demise makes the life of the world darker. May love makes her lose her light. My murder feeds her love.
I secure her hatred of light. I create her darkness, as I show her the tapes. I create her hatred for the light, as I let her see their blood. I fuel her strength, as I let her shoot the gun.

I kill them, by giving her a dark life. As my knowledge of death is passed on to her, I see the darkness in myself. She is the one who will kill the men after I am gone. I will live on now, killing all who she kills. I am the one who should be punished for the deaths she creates. I am her teacher of the dark, I am her savior from the day. I am the teacher of the blood, who passes all to her.

Kill me.

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