Know you not who you killed?
Know you not the great bard who create words
To heal humanity of swollen hate wounds and breaks?
Who can grasp this devastation in a gate western?
Know you not the void,
The yapping emptiness
You created in weeping hearts
With the brutal gun fired that sad day?
Know you not that you carry the cruel curse of Cain
To mooch and meander in the sweltering sun
Tired and weary with a lost cause
That painted tomorrow in bloody, red epitaph
If you know,
Please tell me
For your sinful holiness is a miserable riddle
No one wants to fathom!
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