Though I detested Number 3,
Though I wanted to crush her into dust,
The wait inside the red fogs began to get to me
Though they were sick,
Though they caused our demise,
I wanted the fiend to dream again
I wanted her to make me feel again
Read this and know it was never my fault
The blame is all on you
You need to give yourself up
Or you will control the souls forever
And mine will never rest
Until one of us sets them free
You need to DIE
It is not fair that you remain silent
As we remain in this land
It is not fair that your body is warm and alive
And ours are merely cold bones
It is not fair that you get to live and read my legacy
Being able to see your loved ones as they are
And not as they were on their last breath
All I see is her bloodied face
Her blood EVERYWHERE
Tell me, Number 3, do you see her bloody face?
Do you see her crouched over my dead body?
Wishing to have followed me?
Or do you only see a black journal with a red streak?
With words you have never read
You have never discovered us
I hope to God you are not oblivious
Your dreams can mean our end
Your dreams can be the Revelation
IT IS NOT FAIR!