You are condemned men
With blood of past and present generations
Covering the palm of your hands
The blood of those you cruelly and violently
Forced to suffer
Before they died
They were helpless and completely innocent
You just stood by
While they weak and vulnerable suffered
In their suffering you took nothing but pleasure
Now you've got their blood on your hands
And no amount of soap and water
Will ever be able to wash it away.
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