red hands and the bible
Hold your breath and count to ten, hold the bible and say the sin that holds you back in lost times. Tell the truth at the booth to a preist and have them help you get to grace. For you have killed a man and your hands are stained with the red signature in your mind that keeps you going insane. Hold the bibe in your hands and chant the unforgotten claim thats holding you back with the red stained shirt your wearing that the world can see. You think its nothing and you take that knife and stab the unforgiven victim that says he will never forget the ones he loves . Hold your breath and count to ten, hold the bible and say the sin that holds you back in lost times. Your confession is heard but no response, so you keep running further and further back to where it all happened. With the blood stain pants you cry as you drop the knife to your chest and take the final blow to end this all. Just remember the red hands and bible are always there to keep you from going insane. You aproach the heaven doors to be turned away by the sight of lost soul and you hear a voice that says all is forgiven and forever i'll remeber my family. you grab the mans hands with the red suit you wear to show them what you commited and say ForEver With My Family.
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