Cleanse thy hands
Cleanse thy hands
Thy blood stained hands
How can it be when the stain has become skin
For surely this is the blood of thy kin
Constantly encircled by many a terror’s fin
A little wine and a little gin
To drown a memory and take back what has been
Cleanse thy soul
Cleanse thy soul
Thy sin-filled soul
How can it be when the stain has become spirit
For surely who has looked and seen it
Dark and cold is the habitation of thy spirit
A little wine and a little spirit
To murder a conscience and make wrong what’s right
Cleanse thyself
For dark and cruel are the waters where ghosts bathe
Cleanse thyself
To escape the scorching heat of where dry bones play
Cleanse thyself
For with piercing eyes of vengeance an army of children
marches
The little ones that fell by the sword of ambition
A little wine
A little gin
Yet darkness invades so long yea hide from the light
For surely this is not hidden from sight
Thy heart yielding not to contrition
Such is the road to perdition
To kill the innocent for a hollow crown
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| photo credit: crown-blood-psd96163 |
Cleanse thy heart
Cleanse thy soul
By Simbarashe McNorris Hakata
