In this time of trial I ask not for the emptied skull of my enemy, your intercession in flame and retribution, the cessation of bloody palms, or a salve for all the skin-stripped and salted breathless held souls of America. I do not ask for the return of a Savior whose death for our sins seems a half measure compared to the grinning demons our lost boys become. I do not ask for hope; I ask for amnesty. You say we stole the knowledge of good & evil — let us return it. If not, finish us off for good before we do it ourselves, for evil.