I killed the one that hunted me,
I didn't care that it'd set him free,
Eternity will torture and maim him,
Ripped to shreads by an angel's cross.
Two shots in the back of the head,
He found himself a little more than dead,
I took away his rightful existence,
I denied him the right to think.
Carefully I executed his body whole,
Now to drag him over to lifeless knole,
Where I already dug a six foot grave,
Toss the dirt back and fill the void.