Repenting
I have these sins,
For living a lie,
Killing so many,
Mustnt I die?
I see the light,
But is it too late,
To let me into,
Heavens gate?
I must come back,
I shall atone,
For cutting through,
Their flesh and bone.
Turn over a new leaf,
Is what they say,
But Ive killed so many,
Day to day.
I cut them into pieces,
Blood on my face,
Left them out to rot,
I was a disgrace.
It soils my hands,
With shades of red,
Those people had families,
Now they were dead.
I must repent,
For the inevitable sin,
Of not killing you sooner,
A war I did win!