Disclaimer: I do not and will never own it. Maintenance is too high. But am trying. First attempt at poetry.

Forgive me for I have sinned

My soul is black and it is pinned

With the black hands

Which bind my hands.

Forgive me for I have sinned.

I watch as people, young and old alike pass. They don't know the guilt I carry. We carry. The war is over. Has been for some time now. Been for a month.

These are the same people whose loved ones we killed. What could we have done? We were bounded. We could not allow the war to continue any longer. So we killed. And now I ask for forgiveness for all the wrongs I have ever done. But it is easier said than done.

And now I repent

But yet am so spent

My hands are red

With the blood that I bleed

Forgive me for I have sinned.

I truly repent for my kills. Others do not understand me. Could never see behind my mask. I keep it tight.

I am so tired. Everywhere I go people behave as if they understand me. Know me. But how can they if I don't even understand myself?

My lover tells me to ignore it but I can't. I'm too passionate. At the surface I show that nothing could upset me but I am sensitive.

My hands carry the blood of the innocent on them and I truly repent myself for it.

Sometimes I hate myself for it

And then my wit

Overcomes myself, and ask

Could you have different bask?

And I ask forgiveness for the sin I have been

Forgive me for I have sinned.

I hate myself at that times but what could have I done.

Even my mind asks, 'what could you have done differently, huh?'

Maybe if things have been different but still I could only ask for forgiveness.

Now I know what you mean

To preach peace as your dream

Yet you are far from innocent

And carry your sins belovent

And forgive me for I have sinned.

I know now what they mean but I am no longer that innocent boy I was back then.

I still believed it all to be a jock. That I will wake up to find this a dream.

But now my eyes are open and I could only ask the forgiveness I desire. Yet I know that I will never get it.

End.

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