Vile beings had hurt him greatly,
Ending his chance at happiness.
Now he had nothing and was empty,
Guided by thoughts so merciless.
End it he will, himself included,
Anger devouring his mind.
No, he was not at all deluded,
Carcass of lucid thoughts—revenge
Engraved on all moments to come.
– Patricia
Da Capo al Poetry 