For a hollow crown

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

photo credit: crown-blood-psd96163

Cleanse thy heart

Cleanse thy soul

By Simbarashe McNorris Hakata