Blood on Your Hands III: The War XXXVIII

For your hands are defiled with blood and your fingers with iniquity; your lips have spoken lies; your tongue mutters wickedness.

You were born your brothers keeper
Why can I see blood on your hands?
Their darkness has defeated you
Your lifeline running backwards

I cannot fucking believe you, you can go to go fucking court for that piece of shit goof and speak on his behalf when he has committed patricide against the one pure innocent soul in your family other than our son, a person who did nothing but see the good in all of us... and you support the scumbag who did it yet you can't bother to have your shit together enough to deal what you need to for your fucking son, a child that was in all likelihood in the house when the fucking piece of shit with no soul arrived with his grandmothers blood on his hands... whatever respect i had left for you was gone the minute i read that let him sleep in your house with your mother's blood on his hands... that was the moment you lost whatever had left of your soul Jennifer, there is blood on your fucking hands and regardless what you have done to me, this is and always will be your most fucking evil act... and this is what will haunt both you and our son for the rest of your life and his.. the blood on your hands will never wash away.. I never truly believed you were fucking evil just misguided and delusional until the truth starting trickling out, you taught me how to hate you a long time ago.. but now I can't even summon that emotion for you, you can't love or hate someone with an empty soul, to me now, because of this.. you simply don't exist... you have faded into black, you have faded into nothingness as far as I'm concerned.. only the blood on your hands remains... the Blood you will never be able to fucking wash away... how hard you try... you're soul is dead, it's never going to return to you.

Current Mood: Angry.
Current music: Arch Enemy, Blood on Your Hands

When I say to a wicked person, 'You will surely die,' and you do not warn them or speak out to dissuade them from their evil ways in order to save their life, that wicked person will die for their sin, and I will hold you accountable for their blood.

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