I still see you. I still watch you, more than you could ever think. I still stalk you and my eyes still follow your moves. You and all the people you took with you. You may all see me as well, but I couldn't care less. As some use to say, the memory remains, and memories are like carved wood. They may stand the test of time and be seen forever. I may not kill, I may not move - but I watch - I may as well not live or die. But I will certainly, if it is God's or any other being's will, dance upon your grave at your darkest hour.

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