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The method matters not. Let her choose which.

All that matters is that you die, bitch.

We cannot muster sympathy tonight.

You trampled the weak, removed any doubt 

As you laughed seeing good taken from sight.

You dug a hole so deep you can't get out.

There will be no pain for you to enrich.

That legacy will end when you die, bitch.

We remind ourselves of what words are worth 

As you grovel in attempts to atone.

What’s evil but an accident of birth,

A means to an end for this flesh and bone?

Hopelessness in your face, a proper switch.

The truth is dawning. You are to die, bitch.

Fate intervened and you were left alone.

It soothed you to tear others' lives apart.

You left good behind, mounted evil's throne,

Made clear the path for a sword through your heart.

The dark clouds above are of your doing

And it’s time the lightning hit only you.

This poison you made has long been brewing.

Have a taste now as we bid you adieu.

You must pay for all your crimes, a last sacrifice.

You should die a thousand times, but once will suffice.

Pleading for mercy? Now isn't that rich.

This concludes your pointless life. Die now, bitch.