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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. From Letras Mania