Tears
I Cry these tears
Not of my pain
But for the wrongs I’ve done
The sins I’ve made.
My brother’s cries
Echoed round the house.
Love surrounds him.
That love is spread
Shared with my other siblings.
Remorse, regret
Are shared with me.
Children here
A mistake there.
Picture perfect.
Lusted lair.
I spread that lust, that hate, that greed.
A mistake I was, a ravaged breed.
My sisters, so young and so fair.
Tender, supple…
They felt so good...
I ravaged them,
Their maidenhood.
Lust, jealousy, contempt.
They were perfect
In my parents’ eyes.
And I was a mistake
That passed them by.
My hatred flared
And cracked the sky.
Turned red, my hands
Stabbed my brother blind.
I killed them all
Consumed by anger.
My deformed hands,
Wrapped round their throats.
Squeezed air of them
And cracked their bones.
My sins and I
Are all alone.
Bleeding now, slain by our foes…
The cross has come
And the Lord cracked down.
His subjects worked
To repent my renown.
So I cry these tears,
Not of my pain.
But the wrongs I’ve done,
The sins I’ve made…
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