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I was Death, harvesting lives. I knew my destiny was epic. Yet I filled one at a time, one at a time, one at a time. If my killing spree had been music—and it was music to me—you could rightly call it the simplest folk song. But I had set out to create a symphony of death, an immortal opera of terror.

Then an unexpected encounter suddenly led me to understand that to fulfill my promise, to unleash my full potential, to compose truly memorable crescendos of destruction, I must kill entire families, use them first as I wished and then slaughter them. In killing any family, I was killing my own, which deserved to die.

Inspiration can come from surprising sources. A child showed me the way.

—from the journal of Alton Turner Blackwood