I have erred in this walk of life.
What can be done to rid the world of what I've caused?
(To erase the life which adheres to laws of abhorrence, I exacted an ubiquitous contrivance.)
The solitude which had consumed me has given way to the inception of goodness.
Now, however, it's too late to derogate my actions and my hate has poisoned me.
How can I exhume them? How can I reanimate these corpses?
The plane of time must be distorted--I must go back in time.
I will fabricate the means to my disintegration.
The machine incurs an anomaly in space-time. Before becomes now.
I will atone for all the wrong I've done.
Shrouded smoke falls upon a city in the first chapter of a blood-engulfed renewal. Entities meet... the savage art occurs.
As swiftly, the dense smoke rises, and the entities become naught.
Expiration of self... the entity has now never lived.
(Exist in the void...
My sins are forgiven.)
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