These hands will be the death of me
These calloused, unrepentant hands
These vipers with veins that run deep into my soul
These hands that take without giving
Destroy without building
These hands that sit like vultures on a wire
Wretched am I for I cannot control these hands
Or force them to do my bidding
Their strength over-powers my will
Like the hangman’s noose that drags Hyde to hell
Where penance awaits the monster
And those too weak to control emotion and choose to live uninhibited
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