Extricated I was from the bonds of servitude, with the promise from their order of a newfound fortitude. Yet, at the apex of my might, 
I still fail to do what is right. 
Their Jedi code binds my body and mind to this sterile abode, where both love and grief engender the pang of sin. In their cruel temple  I find neither kith nor kin, only the stench of hypocrisy in their claims to democracy. Now, they have sealed their fates, as my dear Padme's breath abates. I resolve to lay waste to their venal edifice, the object of my hate.
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