This town has always despised me.
Maybe it's not my business as to why.
I don't care, anyway. All I know now is that
Everyone hates me, and I'm all alone.
That's good enough reason for me.
I don't have a home or a family.
So I searched. I searched for a means to an end.
Others have been here in your stead, but
They were always afraid of me.
All that happened was the town began to hate me more.
I can't do it myself.

So I ask of you, O foolish one.
That axe of yours. It was sharp.
Bring it back. Swing it at me.
That's all I want.