Accused or Excused

Stains on your shirt Stains on your hand The stains gets bugger As you keep rubbing your hands Your leader Your master Within 30 seconds He died before you You felt no sympathy You felt no remorse Angry in your head Sadness in your heart The stains are everywhere The stains confuse you He once said "Cold hearted people don't bleed." Your are surprised that he bled But he knew But you never knew The strength you had Your strength that came out in a fury He knew not to do it He knew not to laugh You grew angry and emotions ran high. Are you accused or excused?

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