The hand that killed Thousands.
The hand that killed thousands
Holds a blade tainted by regrets
Held Tight with fingers
Thin and pale
As moonrays.
The hand that killed thousands
Knows no innocence
Knows no regrets
A skin of hate
Hiding bones of fear
The hand that killed thousands
Scratches a foreign dirt
Dig a hole for a soul
So young, and yet
Heavy as the rain
The hand that killed thousands
Grips hard on a lost hope
So hard it could break
The veins of its heart
The strings of its mind
The hand that killed thousands
Is the softest I have known
Trembling of want
Reaching for my cheeks
Always searching
I will lace this dreadful fingers with mine
And hold them safe
Where there is no rage
No war, no need to hurt
Blood sealed on our veins
Porcelain marred by History
The greed of men scarring its flesh
Unwilling executioner
Yet all i can see is purity
Yet all i can feel is safety
I will let it trace this bloody tale
From a dripping fingertip
On my mouth and chest
Writing words of men's madness
And i will ask for more
Taint me with your guilty fingers
Grip my wrist and never let go
Because the hand that killed thousands
Belongs to my lover
And my palms
Are not clean either.
The hands that saved millions
The hand that saved my life.
It Will shiver under soft kisses
Again and again.
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