That Blade
I lived
I live
In a world of hatred
Where the past never dies
The one true immortal
A way for us to close our eyes
A way for us to shut our ears
I see the blade that stabs
But others only blame the hand
That crimson in your eyes only spell hate
Can it also be what you don't see
What is beyond you
The reason that your hand grabbed the blade
That blade of hate
Is it God
Or is it the God in your eyes
Why does your hand grab that blade
That blade of hate
If this is the world that I live in
Then I shall take that blade
But I shall bear that hatred
Because I see not the hand
But I see
I see that blade
The blade that I will sheath
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