"You've wronged me.
"You've wronged the world."
That is the root of your problems.
Those traitorous fiends must be left to rot
In a jail that is buried away for eternity.
They must own up for actions,
Clear the air from their smoke,
Be banished from society,
And burn in their wrongdoing.
And you possess the lighter.
So why wouldn't you cause them agony?
Why wouldn't you watch their blood,
The blood from their soul,
The thick poison that infects us,
That must not crawl into anyone else,
That must be shattered and destroyed,
The same blood that runs within you?

Their last words will always be,
"You have done the same."
If you had not done the same,
Why would you speak out?
If you had not made the same mistakes,
Did not know of the hatred in their hearts,
Did not know of the desire to see smoke,
Did not know of the urge to infect everyone with their bile,
Would you even have any right to oppose them?
You have no right to oppose a killer if you yourself have not killed.
You have no right to call someone a coward if you yourself have not cowered.
You have no right to call someone ignorant if you yourself have not been ignorant once.
If you do not understand their motivation,
Why would you even bother?

But the rotten hags you have slaughtered may also be like you.
Some are just tittering little girls that have no concern or knowledge of the world except how to keep their fluffy pink dresses stainless from the blood of their victims.
But some... Some have the same ideals.
Some have the same burning in their soul to eradicate their mistakes from the world.
But they grew old, weary.
And so you ended their story,
In the same manner yours will end.
For you see,
Us hypocrites only burn with specific gasolines,
Gasolines meant to put us to rest,
Not cause us pain.
There is too much of that in the world.
It is a courtesy that they deserve for their service.
So be gentle when wiping away the old dust from the table,
For you would like the same courtesy given to you.
Wouldn't you?