I saved her...

Her soul was bruised, shaken, black and rotted; her faith was just as badly damaged. I could see the light of God within her, shining ever so presently through the flawed shell. Her fiery heart pounded within her chest, seeking out to me to cleanse her of this lie she called life.

With each breath she took in sin, she allowed herself to grow more grotesque...it's not my fault you couldn't see it.

God choose me for this purpose. I am here to cleanse, to redeem, to capture, to relieve any of those lost from the flock, to baptize them in the touch of my hand as the heart musters one last beat of a sinful life and then forever taken into the arms of God and caressed with his bountiful forgiveness.

That's why I do what I do, I'm not a killer...I'm their savior and within death they praise my name. They proselytize of my salvation, of what I have maintained in this world. On crossing over, in soultongue they pass to each sinner whom lives, that I am coming.