For what I was

Remember me for who I was not for who I am going to became. Remember the good with the bed. Don't let the dark over come my good. Don't let my memory be consumed by the darkness of my actions to came. When I leave here I will no longer be the one you once knew. I will be your enemy. I will be the dark lord of men. If I shall perish by your hand it shall be poetic irony. Do remember me for who I was but don't let it cloud your mine. If you get the chance slay me. Don't wait because I will not. Farewell friends.