Everyone thought he as dead, but what you don't know is that we are going to kill him there.

Everyone thought he as dead, they had all mourned outside his home, bringing flowers and candles, and tears of loss and misery. They had lost their idol, their obsession had fallen. Never again will he triumph in the amphitheaters and coliseums touching the hearts of millions of souls spanning across the world, beyond language and comprehension. He was their king, and he was dead. The marches have began and the mourning proceeds unceasingly. They'll gather at the temple in the morning. Everyone thought he was already dead, but what you don't know is that we are going to kill him there.

and then i floated away...