A headstone for the broken.
A message for the damned.
A hym to all the hated.
Wash these Blood drenched weathered hands.
A grave for all my sins.
A hope for all mankind.
Another heart left broken.
Another pain to hide.
Another left accused.
Another left denied.
Another ripped from hope.
Another filled with pride.
One mans failure.
Another mans success.
One mans life over.
One mans life begins.
Who are the guilty?
Who are we to say?
We're all left unknowing.
We're all made to pay.
Theres a monster inside us all, longing to come out.
The urge we have to fight, the breath we take to shout.
None of us go without it.
The sin and sacrafice.
None of us survive it.
The burden of this life.
~Larko
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