Slit our wrists to bleed the blood
Of those whom we have burried.
By our own evilthey were taken,
Forced to leave their mortal coils.
We bleed the blood that we have spilled
In selfishacts of hatred.
We stab straight through our fragile grace
And go deep were an enless pain resides.
We are blinded from these violent deeds
By our own make believe.
Fake causes now avert our eyes
And justify our greedy hunger,
Which comes from a hate
Born in an age that long ago now passed.
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