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Stains
blood on my hands
blood on my hands
it is i who has put this
blood on my hands
though i have taken no force
to another soul
i have put blood on my hands
and blood on my own soul
i wrench in fear
i wrench in strife
why, oh, why
did i take someone's life?
someone so close,
someone so dear
oh what i'd give now
to hold that person near
i was so scared,
so mortified
more of embarrassment
from people far and wide
how could i?
let it stand in the way?
i put this blood on my hands
what will i pay?
I'll live in hell
an eternity long
guilty, weak,
and never strong
i will wretch every night
of insane pain
with blood on my hands
becoming a stain
and with no savior
or belief in a lord
to whom will i pray?
some knight with a sword?
"oh dear knight,
save me please,
risk your life,
and do not cease
put blood on your hands
thicker than mine
please, knight,
shine, sir, shine!"
and the knight will run
ravenous through hell
my guilt will ease,
i will feel well.
but only for minutes
will this pain go away
because no matter how i try,
the stains will always stay.
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