For several years now, my enemies have known what I have
been missing.  And they have tortured me with
that knowledge.

But I have changed.

Now my enemies only know what I know longer miss.

But do not know who I am, what I have—what has replaced the
‘old want.’

And I think they are sick to figure me out.

But I do not care, for they are doomed.

They are doomed.

And I have no mercy in my heart for them.