Blood on your hands (trigger warning for blood I guess)

October 26, 2023

That blood on your hands...
That crimson, vermillion mess of liquid...
Why?

That blood on your hands...
The evidence that you have taken...
But why?

That blood on your hands...
All that beautiful, messy sign of death...
I ask, why?

That blood on your hands...
The beautiful scarlet, crimson, vermillion, red, mess...
I must ask, why?

Why must we take, when we can give?
Why can’t we be kind?
Why shouldn’t we be good to others?
Why?
Why?
WHY?

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