Mother, I just slaughtered a person of the male gender. Put my weapon upon his temple, pulled the starting latch now thee is dead. Dearest mother, life had just begun to bloom, and now thy has gone and thrown it all away for good. Mother, oh oh oh, I did not meaneth to make thee eyes flow, but if I do not returnest again this time for the next dawn. Do carry on, do carry on. No action of significance even holds any importance.