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MATURE (suitable for ages 16+) My hands are bathed in blood from birth
First the my blood of the womb
then the blood of my mother
My hands so soiled in blood
that I have never known inocence
How can I morne for that which I never had
Why do you cry for me?
In the end the last blood on my hands
The last bit of red I will see in this life
The warm blood will be my own.
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