why must I?

Why must I? Why must I feel guilt? the pouring, crimson red blood on my hands, on my body. why? why mustn't I be happy like the rest? why mustn't I feel freedom? I don't get it. why are apathetic? why do people lack empathy? whgare people wo dirty? full of blood. blood from sinners. each one, one bleeds. and when their blood reaches the innocent, they start getting affected. "does evil repeat itself?" why ask when the truth is here, Right infront of you. in your hands, it's full of blood. your sins increases, the more it increases, the more blood on your hands. so don't touch me, or you'll infect me too.