Cain

I was told those who care less suffer less I believed I was doing this for you Pretending not to care Not when we shot those arty rounds Not when we threw chemicals at you Not as I rejoiced at your death Relieved when the angels of anarchy Flew to save us from your armor I pretended not to care That you had mothers Brothers, sisters, children I had that choice watching Tracers dash across towards you All this time I pretended It was ok No longer containable within it explodes It was a lie Knowing I lament I am Cain