Hands
I have walked past.
I have left destruction, in my wake.
I have killed those who should have lived.
I have spared those who should have died.
I have sworn oaths with my left hand.
Defending.
Only to stride across with my right.
Releasing.
I have played God, and been serious of the Devil.
I have stood tall, with 3 arrows in me, pointing at those.
Who may have felled me.
Only once did I take my helm off.
And knelt before her...
And asked forgiveness.
She gave it.
But dark is my trade, and black is my face.
And I slumber.
So that your children may see
The Sun...
I have left destruction, in my wake.
I have killed those who should have lived.
I have spared those who should have died.
I have sworn oaths with my left hand.
Defending.
Only to stride across with my right.
Releasing.
I have played God, and been serious of the Devil.
I have stood tall, with 3 arrows in me, pointing at those.
Who may have felled me.
Only once did I take my helm off.
And knelt before her...
And asked forgiveness.
She gave it.
But dark is my trade, and black is my face.
And I slumber.
So that your children may see
The Sun...
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