One hand is *****
Marked with the soil of hard work
Scraped knuckles that ache in the cold
One hand is *****
Tainted with bad blood
Permanent stains that cannot be washed
One hand is clean
But only to the human faith
And underneath it is as filthy as the others
Still people give their tithe
It is in vain
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 2:04 PM UTC
One hand is *****
Marked with the soil of hard work
Scraped knuckles that ache in the cold
One hand is *****
Tainted with bad blood
Permanent stains that cannot be washed
One hand is clean
But only to the human faith
And underneath it is as filthy as the others
Still people give their tithe
It is in vain
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