bloody hands
they fall down pinch by drop from our hands blood of first and last hope only we know you and i no one else just us we keep it as a secret from man not to Almighty we murdered nature blood drop by drop from our hands lands in our minds the smell of death roams in our nose the undefined fate the snatched destiny we cracked life of unknown we painted red to erase the dirty results of our actions i beg lets repent He is still God
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