Genocide.

Do you know how it feels like to kill the most beautiful thing in this world?
Exhilarating.
Because I'd be the last one to ever see it remain so beautiful.

Memories still remain you say?
I mutilated the very being, the very soul.
I heard its spirit call for help.

The alarm that resounds in my ears.
I heard it, I felt it, I destroyed it.

Do you know? Can you fathom the feeling of the power that flows through you?
That is the most beautiful thing in the world.
I killed it.
And now, you can hear the sound of my spirit thrash around your ears.

Do you feel it?
Can you see, smell, feel the echo of my life through your senses?

Oh, but you must.
It's a gift,
it's as freely given as taken.