This ends now,
for all of us,
this version of us will not be remembered,
and the memory of all of what made us,
will fade.
And for the monstrous things
we made ourselves into,
give us back,
we don’t want to belong to you.
And for our souls,
for most of us,
I believe there is peace
and salvation,
and perhaps a tomorrow.
But for one of us,
the darkest pit of hell
waits eagerly.
So don’t keep the devil waiting,
my dear.