Morality

How would you like our children to die,

Would you watch them,

Would you salt their grave?

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Innocents can be stolen,

Sold like a cheap dime.

If I bought you

Would you cry for me?

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I danced with her.

I ripped the last bits morality from her bones

And bled the innocence which I so protected.

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I torn out my eyes and scared my flesh

To atone? No.

Feeble attempts to regain my virtue,

My unadulterated vitality.

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I bought the sins on my flesh.

I alone slit my wrist.

The warm knife resting gently within my hand

Blood running about the many ventures in my life.

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Staining everything with an immoral gray

I ripped open my veins to search

For the last bit of innocents within me.