Your mind has slipped through an open channel.

Embrace your demise:

They call you Hero. Madness. Murderer. Savior. They also call you Death, but never Life.

Instill in me your sacred horror; I can do no wrong.

Death breathes again, and corpses walk. Love never fails (but it does when she cries).

They call you Liar.

They call you Lover.

They call you Legend.

But I know you. Your name . . . your iniquity. I know what you really are:

You're a piece of green paper .

People murder people in your name.

End transmission.