BLOOD ON MY HAND

(1) My mind groan in pain, Like a moving train, Racing on the railings of time, Whenever the rain falls, The mountain becomes slippery, I pray to God, Make my Foot firm on the ground. (2) The situation have drained my dam of hope, In a haste to trace my step to the top, I sway from the favor of God, I pray and lay on my bed by eight, Only to wake by eight the next day, And do what infuriates the great sage, (3) I bargained with the devil, With every detail of evil, Taking what I can’t create, Nailing many soul to the grave, Trading my soul for a change, I know one day I will pay for my act of hate, (4) Again and again, The bane of my life is the memory of my past, I have labored in the lake of inequities, And trail the path of destruction, With great discomfort, I know my place in the grave, And I know it’s too late to be saved, (5) My head ache with pain, Filled with every tale of hate, With every passing minute I become lame, With every feeling of disdain, Straight from the heart, I know I cannot be saved, S.PHILLABLE