I had to kill you
So you would not die
Now in your hereafter
I hope you found paradise.
Are you at peace?
Though what is dead cannot die
Your dying haunts my living
But that which lives ultimately dies.
Your cries for help sadden me
Not because you call from a grave;
Where you are is bleak and desolate
You should have called sooner.
I had to kill him
So you would not die
Now in our forever after
I know you have found paradise.