Full Cycle of Blood

by Cassandra

Blood…

Blood spilled into my hands

I killed them for their sins

They must have thought I was Death

I have come to pay them tribute

To lead them away to Hell itself

Wish it were true

Wish my purpose was just that

I only live to kill and kill some more

But that isn’t it

It’s not that simple

I do not slay for their or my own redemption

What’s God got to do with this anyway?

He doesn’t exist

And if He did why didn’t He save me

Or those people who died

Whose blood spilled into my hands

Blood…

This is what happens when you listen to and think of the "Weiss Kreuz" too much for one hot summer afternoon. Tell me what you think, review.