un evil thought

I look at you and all I see is blood, Blood of the the sins you hold, Blood of the beings you devoured , woe for your evil days are gone. you speak;but all that comes out of your battle field, you call mouth, Is spring led evil lies ,oh! how I wish, you could see not through your eyes. I render this scar's , I believe not in your dame Saul, not in this recked hole.