Had we known then what we know now you would be alive. Forgive us, it felt 

like a prison to lead predestined lives without a choice. If you could see 

her now you would be so proud. Is it murder? Dear Martyr, You brought your 

own demise. Things were better without questions. Only your answers to guide 

us. Fallen are the great ones. You fell fucking far. Killing you sooner, 

would have been better. Dear departed, feasting on faith's fat was 

comforting. The yoke's released. The blindfold's drawn. No, please d on't do 

it. Please don't kill me. Those were your last words. You said follow me. 

You said trust in me but you never said you'd live.