The blood drenched corpses on the ground are being washed by the rain,
Looking down upon their lifeless faces brings me so much pain,
The flowing red river runs down the decending, muded road,
The burden on my shoulders feels like such a heavy load,
The rain hides the tears that stream down my face,
The tears that represent all of my feelings of self hatered and disgrace,
Knowing that I could have prevented it, that I could have saved their lives,
Knowing that they didn't know that being around me was more deadly than being shot at with one thousand knives,
That by just ending my life I could have spared them all,
And now I know that it is time for me to take the fall,
I hold my sword tightly in my hand and slowly bring it to my chest,
I shut my eyes... and, well, you know the rest.
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