onstricting... Hungering but never fed... Awake and never slumbering... I am time. I watched myself fall. I watched my hands upon the neck of the hand that taunts. I repent. I repent, mother. I repent. And you shall too. I will find her- the one gone- I will find her and we will help you. We will help you repent. The aunt of my killer watches. The mother of the aunt fades in time. The sister of the aunt cries. The victim of the aunt links arms with me and we march through the underworld, father and son. Our blood will never be of each other. Yet every drop still tears reality in an equal moderation... Yes, he will help me repent, and I will help him repent. We will save those that we should have never despised in the first place. WE WILL REPENT.***