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06/17/2003

These Bloodstained hands

These Bloodstained hands
I cry!
To no avail
he is still gone
what have I done?
I weep!
It is no use
I am uncleen
He has seen
I moan!
Forsaken to the bone
I wander aimless
But, I killed shameless
I cower!
For I am not worthy
Of the love and the life
Given to his wife
I tear!
at these bloodstained hands
hoping to shed my sins
but the future dims
I grieve!
I did not believe
He could die like the others
In the streets with my brothers