Murderer Lacking a Name
Bloody is on my hands
I simply can't wash it off
I ravaged the inheritance of my seeds
And gave them turmoil as a will
Late at night I crept out in the world
Giving mischief for sleep
Into the houses laced with quiet
Breaking contradictions of a family
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