Go and kill them, kill them slowly or kill them fast;
kill them with your abject disinterest and disregard
Kill them for they forgive you their very own murder;
kill them for their hearts are now too badly scarred
Go and kill them while they are awake or asleep;
kill them with your bitter tears or your divine smiles
Kill them for they risked to think of the impossible;
kill them for they for once dared to dream awhile
Go and kill them without any guilt or even little doubt;
kill them with your characteristic bland indifference
Kill them for they already hate themselves too much;
kill them for they have no great desire, no preference
Go and kill them with your burning blood thirsty lust;
kill them with a dark vengeance seething in your heart
Kill them for they themselves beg for this final end;
kill them for self-hatred too is sort of an unusual art
Go and kill them with either your swords or words;
kill them with no grey regret and no guilt whatsoever
Kill them for their cold hearts are no more throbbing;
kill them for they have been broken, are dead forever
Go and kill them though killing them is no fun at all;
kill them for they won’t be able to either resist or react
Kill them for they dared to love too much like fools;
kill them for loving only one was their very final act