Thieves

There are no rewards for consuming the wounded. Starved for any easy kill, keep your hunger at bay. I will use your flesh to keep her warm. (Your) God would break character if he could for a chance to spit in your face. Guardian angels couldn't keep you safe from me. With my last breath, I will strangle you to death with your own fucking hands. I will make my peace removing the arms of unrepentant thieves.