[rokossovskaya]

would they still want me to kill him?
more than ever, probably.
and what would his people back home
want if they ever learned just how far from them he'd really gone?
he broke from them, and then he broke from himself.
i'd never seen a man so broken up and ripped apart.

when he came to me he was a tormented boy.
tormented by guilt.
i tried to counsel him, but the eating,
it filled him with white light.
tearful, he swore to me
that he felt the touch of God Almighty.
he didn't just eat their bodies.
he ate their souls.
and i joined in.