The Slept Scream by Nomad
My eyes don't want more
To look at this pain
My ears don't want
To hear about the sufferings
My hands don't want
To wash your wounds
My mouth don't want
To blunder in your truth
I creep in a swamp
I curse towards the sun
I wash with blood
My sick consciousness
Yes, l am sin
But not the first one
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