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 donβt 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 donβt keep the devil waiting, my dear.