Two billion people died, and I did nothing.
I am the music in your head which compels you to kill. I am the cause for
which you will die.
I am a thorn in the side of the oppressors. I am a dagger piercing the heart
of an angel: blood spilt which destroys all that it touches.
I am the stain which can never be cleansed: proof of a guilt which
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