Do I or don’t I?
The spirits beg of me:
Won’t I?
If I knew what it was,
I was supposed to do,
I’d do it
and be done with it.

The Spirits begin to waken,
I feel them:
Writhing, guiding me...
Make it stop! Oh God,
I beg of thee!
MAKE IT STOP!
The horror, the bloodshed,
the pulse-pounding fear!

The realisation.

It’s here, I shed a tear.

I fear

I know now, what it is,
what I must do:
I pick up my ax,
I go forth and chop.
To save the lives of many,
but one sacrifice must be made:
Me. Goodbye all,
enjoy your lives,
let my sacrifice be not in vain.

I love you all.