No more blessings.
No more Mercy.
No more salt.
No more light in my dark corners.
Let this end.
Please.
Life is empty.
Life is meaningless.
When we take a life, we aren't taking anything of value.
Assassins are killers.
That's all we do.
That's all we are.
There are no poets in the bitter business.
Embrace the shadows... Breathe the silence... Be ordinary, be invisible.... Mark the man... Know evey out...
You aren't making art, you're making corpses.
Dead is dead.
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