We Are The Blessed Ones

The deeds can not be undone, nor erased;
My memory lingers on my mentor's actions,
The reminder on my wrists, I'm forever dazed;
My mouth couldn't describe, It had not the diction.

The ruby water on the smooth man's flesh,
Splashed against the ground, drip drop drip drip;
My mother left me, I had nothing warm, no nest;
It drives me to insanity, why wont it stop.

But I realize now how he helped me understand;
The world is cold, hard, like the bodies underground;
The shrills of the men, the wonderful sound.

I feel accomplished, we murdered murderers.
Took life for life, an eye for an eye;
God will bless us, my mentor and I.
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