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Blood on your hands sister

You said you loved him told him you cared
Promised him forever together
Instead you broke his heart into countless pieces
You drew tears of blood from the Prince of hearts
Hurt his pride with your insolent words
Blood on your hands sister
Blood on your hands

I saw the pain in his eyes
I felt the bitter tears that he cried
Kicked a man when he was down
You left him a broken man
Blood on your hands sister
Blood on your hands

From a loving giving sensitive Prince amongst men
You took your pleasure and stifled his laughter
You took your fill and threw him upon the scrapheap
Blood on your hands sister
Blood on your hands

But his precious tears are wasted
Wasted on a dry barren heart like yours
For his heart is alive and flourishing
Whilst yours is dead and lifeless
He is the victor
Whilst you the loser

You may wash your hands of him
But the stains will never fade
Blood on your hands sister
Blood on your hands

poem by Lilac Wine
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Blood Stained

Atrocities
Made every day
Religiously
Their sins
They hide
Can never disguise
Blood stained hands
Blood stained times
Blood stained deeds
Blood stained lies
They wage their wars
Such profiteers
Will nail us all
Their crimes
Concealed
Despicably reveal
Blood stained hands
Blood stained times
Blood stained weapons
Blood stained lies
They fire at will
Intent to kill
They have no conscience
They have no conscience
Ethnic cleansing nothing more!
Blood of nations blood of war
Turn blind eyes
From all your crimes
You bare our souls
Show no remorse
You cannot wash
The bloodstains off
They turn their backs
While others
Commit grisly acts
Were scared
For life
By politicians greedy
Blood stained hands
Blood stained times
Blood stained weapons
Blood stained crimes
Blood stained lands
Blood stained minds
Blood stained deeds
Blood stained lies
And while such predators
Stalk this earth
Disguised as saints
They kill our faith
Obsessed by greed
Lying through their teeth
They cannot wash
The blood stains off

song performed by by Judas Priest
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Your blood on your hands

Look at thy hands
What sawth thou?
A hand of a clean soul
Who has thou mudered?
No one
But yet why lieth blood on thy hands?
There is a question you dareth not answer
Has thou taketh the fruit of which I commandeth thee not?
Yet not anyones' blood
But thy blood on thy hands

poem by Ivan Chizurum Ezeigbo
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There is blood between us

I

There’s blood between us
that flows very strong
and that red
bind us to each other
with genes and ancestors
and you will forever be my brother.

II

There’s blood between us
and our hands
are full of it
and it’s blood of enemies
that had to flow
for us to stay alive
and that blood ties
you and me
in a own companionship
and you are my best comrade.

III

There’s blood between us
that binds you to me
and maybe a child
will appear out of us both
as sign of how sincere
our love is
and that blood
ties you my love
to me
as the one that I adore.

IV

There’s blood between us
that flows on a cross
where the Son of God
suffered for me
and that blood
wash all my sins away
and tie me
to become a child
of the Almighty Father.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Blood Money

(myles goodwyn)
Published by northern goody two tunes, ltd./capac - ascap
No one can say, that crime doesnt pay, that never is true
Its supply and demand, with blood on your hands, nighmares come true
Its in all the headlines, youre the worst of a kind, a sinister breed
Such a contemptable way, to have your own say, youre poisoned with greed
I said oh no (no no no no), youre completely insane
I said oh no (no no no no no), youd take a life for material gain
Blood money, you got blood on your hands
Blood money, but still you make your demands
Blood money, you cant get any colder
Blood money, but still youre thinkin it over
You dont have to be smart, it dont take any heart, least of all, shame
Some turret stunt, open in the front, your motive is plain
And for those that contend, with the choice to condemn, I know that you care
For those left alone, when its time to go home, and nobodys there
I said oh no (no no no no), youre completely insane
I said oh no (no no no no no), youd take a life for material gain
Blood money, you got blood on your hands
Blood money, but still you make your demands
Blood money, you cant get any colder
Blood money, but still youre thinkin it over
When youre out on the street, and you got nothin to eat, its easy to see
That you do what you can, still I dont understand, how wrong you can be
Though its all very clear, that you bargain with fear, theres no justice at all
Its easy for some, they say the bigger they come, the harder they fall
I said oh no (no no no no), youre completely insane
I said oh no (no no no no), youd take a life for material gain
Blood money, you got blood on your hands
Blood money, but still you make your demands
Blood money, you cant get any colder
Blood money, but still youre thinkin it over

song performed by by April Wine
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Blood On The World's Hands

Sometimes it makes me wonder
Sometimes it makes me question
Sometimes it makes me saddened
Always it makes me angry but...
When you can see it happening
The madness that's all around you
Nobody seems to worry
The World seems so powerless to act...
It's out of control
Blood on The World's hands
Each day a new toll
Another assassination
The same day a new creation
But what are they coming into
Security of a world that brings...
One day another killing
Somewhere there's someone starving
Another a savage raping
Meanwhile there's someone laughing at us
It's out of control
Blood on The World's hands
Each day it goes on
Brutality and aggression
Tomorrow another lesson
Expecting another air raid
Praying for a ceasefire..
They say things are getting better
No need to complacent
There's a chaos across the border
And one day it could be happening to us
It's out of control
Blood on The World's hands
It's our epitaph
It's out of control
Someone should know
Blood on The World's hands
Someone should

song performed by by Iron Maiden
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Blood Of The Worlds Hands

Sometimes it make me wonder
Sometimes it make me question
Sometimes it make me saddened
Always it makes me angry but...
When you can see it happening
The madness thats all around you
Nobody seems to worry
The world seems so powerless to act...
Its out of control
Blood on the worlds hands
Each day a new toll
Another assassination
The same day a new creation
But what are they coming into
Security of a world that brings...
One day another killing
Somewhere theres someone starving
Another savage raping
Meanwhile theres someone laughing at us
Its out of control
Blood on the worlds hands
Each day it goes on
Brutality and agression
Tomorow another lesson
Expecting another air raid
Praying for a ceasefire...
They say things are getting better
No need to be complacent
Theres chaos across the border
And one day it could be happening to us
Its out of control
Blood on the worlds hands
Its our epitaph
Its out of control
Someone should know
Blood on the worlds hands
Someone should

song performed by by Iron Maiden
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Blood On The Worlds Hand

Sometimes it makes me wonder
Sometimes it makes me question
Sometimes it makes me saddened
Always it makes me angry but...
When you can see it happening
The madness thats all around you
Nobody seems to worry
The world seems so powerless to act...
Its out of control
Blood on the worlds hands
Each day a new toll
Another assassination
The same day a new creation
But what are they coming into
Security of a world that brings...
One day another killing
Somewhere theres someone starving
Another a savage raping
Meanwhile theres someone laughing at us
Its out of control
Blood on the worlds hands
Each day it goes on
Brutality and aggression
Tomorrow another lesson
Expecting another air raid
Praying for a ceasefire..
They say things are getting better
No need to complacent
Theres a chaos across the border
And one day it could be happening to us
Its out of control
Blood on the worlds hands
Its our epitaph
Its out of control
Someone should know
Blood on the worlds hands
Someone should

song performed by by Iron Maiden
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Execution Day

I stare in the mirror, my eyes refuse to blink
Sympathy for me, hell I cant even think
Send for the iceman, my temperature is startin to rise
Ive heard it before n I know the truth from the lies
Chorus:
Is it any wonder heavens racked with thunder
And all of my dreams go under like the fallin rain
Execution day, execution day (execution day, execution day) - execution day
Execution day
Voices like locusts keep smothering me
Twisting and turning my senses like a cyclone at sea
Dont touch me now, wont let you crucify me
You aint no damn jury, you cant pass no sentence on me
(chorus)
Whose blood on whose hands, wheres the promises they preached for this land
Standin there with bibles clutched in their hand
Whose blood on whose hands, whose blood on whose hands
(whose blood, whose hands)
Execution day, execution day
Father my hands are shakin, I see the light, its breakin
Show me the way to set my soul free, I hope it rains on me
Let it rain on me
Execution day, execution day

song performed by by Meat Loaf
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Red With Native Blood

Give them back their bloody land,
red with native blood.
We have soiled it so, with our hands,
red with native blood.
The earth was stained, when we first came,
red with native blood.
We stole their domain, with a barbaric claim:
that we were civilised and they were not,
that they were the savages and we were not,
when we ravaged the land that began to clot,
red with native blood.

Not content with genocide
we interned them in reserves.
To break their culture
and tribal ways;
in stealing children
the state was brave,
to turn their women
into household slaves,
and hope their men would die,
unmourned, in lonely graves;
a problem to us no more.

Give them back their bloody land,
red with native blood.
Acknowledge their just demands,
wash the stains from our hands,
give them back their bloody land,
red with native blood.

poem by David SmithWhite
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Blood Too Hot

I came all around the world just to be with you
Ive been flying supersonic, between black and blue
I promised I'd be there
And now I'm here and I won't go
Before I give you everything I've got
You left everything behind, just to feel that touch
To join the family of spiders. really means so much
There's a storm up in the air
It's the power we all share
When it runs through our flesh and blood
lf your blood is so hot
Stand up and rock with me
lf your blood is too hot, rock with me
lf your blood is so hot
Stand up and rock with me
lf your blood is too hot, rock with me
I came all around the world, like on flying wings
To hear you screaming out for more, still means everything
Raise your hands up in the air
I swear to you that I'II be there
I swear it, in the name of rock
lf your blood is so hot
Stand up and rock with me
lf your blood is too hot, rock with me
lf your blood is so hot
Stand up and rock with me
lf your blood is too hot, rock with me

song performed by by Scorpions
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My heart is my hands

My hands

Is

Only my hands...

Not for

your hands....

So...

I want too work

My hands...

I want too serve

My hands...

I want to do about

Somthing of my

Hands...

My hands is

Free for only

Sleeping time only...

my hands is

working all the times

My hands not only

Hands...

It is human workers...

Allways for my friends...

My hands...is my heart...

My heart is my hands.....

Ok...How is your hands...?

poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Here

I am a man now.
Pass your hand over my brow.
You can feel the place where the brains grow.

I am like a tree,
From my top boughs I can see
The footprints that led up to me.

There is blood in my veins
That has run clear of the stain
Contracted in so many loins.

Why, then, are my hands red
With the blood of so many dead?
Is this where I was misled?

Why are my hands this way
That they will not do as I say?
Does no God hear when I pray?

I have no where to go
The swift satellites show
The clock of my whole being is slow,

It is too late to start
For destinations not of the heart.
I must stay here with my hurt.

poem by Ronald Stuart Thomas
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Cross Of Thorns

Dont come closer, cos it aint safe here,
Just turn around now and walk away.
Ive gotta tell you, there are no rules here,
Sometimes I wonder, what goes on there,
Behind those-eyes.
Chorus:
When a promise is broken, and no one trusts you,
Young ones crying with their heads in their hands,
When you talk about saving, the souls of the faithful,
You cant help thinking, youve got blood on your
Hands.
From a cross of thorns.
Tongues of fire always talking, wasted words that
Ring in my ears.
Were still waiting, losing patience, will all the
Lies of, 400 houndred years.
Ive got to tell you, there are no rules here,
Sometimes I wonder, what goes on there,
Behind those-eyes.
Chorus
We gave you yesterday, and now you want to-day,
Oh, from the hands of death we take our daily bread,
Now all we do is choke, and the words that you once
Spoke, fade away.
Look at what youve done, oh, its a cross of thorns.
Take away, this cross of thorns, look at what youve
Done.
Its a cross of thorns, cross of thorns.
When a promise is broken, and no one trusts you,
Youve got blood on your hands, from a cross of
Thorns.

song performed by by Black Sabbath
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Those Hands Joining

Great grandma’s hands
Grandma’s, mama’s,
sister's hands
Aunt’s and niece’s
Hands, they join today

An epic telling the stories
About touch, about prayer,
About reaching, about the years
Of caressing and holding on
To love, persevering and
Resting the hands on the
Hands of the other hands
Those moments of silence
When the hands speak more
When the mouths accept
The loss of the power of words
When even the hearts give in
Because the hands are warmer
And so comforting.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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After A Long Drought

She held my beating heart
Within her cupped hands
As the blood flowed
She felt its warmth
Her hands swelled
With the heat
The blood released
It was like a swollen cloud
Filled with rain
Pouring out
Upon the parched soil
Longing for moisture
After a long drought
The cloudburst quenched
The dry earth
And the humidity
Filled the air
The musk
Filled our nostrils
As we collapsed

poem by Edwin Tanguma
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After Nights

I've hated to talk about it,
but there has been so many after nights.
I've needed to work out, one more story.

Trying to end, my often very sad's.
Another one, of my, the most incredibly bad's!

My heart, was shaking as I knelt on the ground.
My hands, were pressing his wounds.
Pressing hard, prayng, deeper and deeper.
Begging God, Help, Shouting, Holding back the Grim Reaper

Like his mother, my shaking hands
With a sobbing, torn chest
Held him tightly to my breast
Gently wiped the blood from his face and lips
I watched, and felt his soul, escaped my grip.
Raining tears washed the blood from his face.
Even now, I've often wished that God.
Would've let me take his place!

I couldn't bare to see my brother die!
The shouting of my heart, screaming why? God. Why?
Please! God! Why....?
I felt my buddies tears, they were hugging our backs.
Even though, I knew he was dead.
God,
I held him close, I kissed his head.
Like a mother with hurt child.
I sat, rocking him in the mud.
Filling a rice paddy with tears, and blood.

So now after all these years.
I've tried to tell, my life story. Of so many tears.
I've had enough, to make rice paddies flood?
My tears as I've relived, nights, after nights.
How I tried. To stop. My buddies blood
So, just, how, many tears, does it take to make a rice paddy flood?
I've seen that much, and his filled it with blood.

So when you read this, try to understand.
I'm doing the best that I can.
I fight every day the things that make me so sad.
But it helps to talk about it, and the many after nights!
The days and days, the nights after nights.
I've called my life stories, just incredibly bad...........

poem by Clyde Bryson
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I Dreamed.... (Hands)

i dreamed last night...
and all i could see were hands.
sometimes hard and calloused,
sometimes soft and feminine.
skilled hands, laborer's hands,
loving hands, nurturing hands....
fingers digging in the dirt,
fingers holding a pen.
fingers playing a piano,
fingers unbuttoning blouses.

hands extended, hands gripping the rope,
hands holding the shovel,
hands covered with resin.
hands folded in prayer,
hands balled into fists.
hands stuffed in empty pockets.
hands that define both history,
and destiny!

hands scarred and bruised,
hands covered with age spots.
hands that speak many languages.
hands that know mistakes, and failures.
hands that built fires,
hands that put fires out!
hands that wiped away tears,
that picked up trash,
and revealed souls....

whose hands?
my hands, your hands?
god's hands?
does it really matter?
hands engaged and involved,
in the very act of living!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Blood Red Roses

Blood red
The roses she'd
Always received
Blood red

Blood red
The sole chroma
Of her world
Blood red

Blood red
Spurted out from
His thorn-like barbs
Blood red

Blood red
Her anguished life
Assiduous
Blood red

Blood red
Her favorite
Shade of roses
Blood red

poem by Alice Vedral Rivera
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For Liberation

(into) the birth of carnage will you
but watch when innocent life is born
and destined to an unjustified wretched existence?
i refuse to deny their path or ignore their suffering
i fight for liberation.
ashes on ashes we build their fate with bloodshed upon our hands.
cries - oh we whisper of their death in blood,
of their misery to flesh a vicious price
driven to nightmare while we could sleep
i refuse to deny their pain or ignore their suffering
i fight for liberation
ashes on ashes we build their fate with bloodshed upon our hands.
ashes on ashes tread our path to degradation
their blood upon your hands prized with gifts of dominaton.
their blood upon your hands our fall towards defilement

song performed by by Undying
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Ballad Of A Self-Loading Pistol

Father, i have come.
To tell you about somethin' i done.
Well as the night reared its light head
Into a baby's sun,
We rolled down into the town
From where the black throats come.
And you know there was a robb'ry.
There was a holdup.
Ooh, there was a shootout.
And there was a killin'.
And there's blood on my hands.
Today i killed a man.
Well now, sister, you know me well.
And you ask me well, how it was i felt.
Well, she had an appetite for lovin'
Only a fadin' beauty could posses.
She knew just what she wanted
And she wouldn't take less.
I figured it was a small town.
It was at sundown.
It was just a small crowd of people around.
Oh! but he wouldn't put his guns down.
No, he wouldn't put his guns down.
Oh, he wouldn't put his guns down.
Now his blood's on my hands.
Today i killed a man.
And, papa, you showed me the beauty of buckshot.
Well, that song a bullet sings as she whistles.
And showed me the story of the self-loading pistol.
Well now, father. i have come.
To tell you about somethin' i done.
He had a widow, runnin' through town screamin'.
He had a brother, and his tears were streamin'.
Now i'm movin' on the border
With a rifle on my shoulder.
'cuz, daddy, you showed me the beauty of buckshot.
The love song a bullet sings as she whistles.
And showed me the glory of the self-loading pistol.
And i just come to tell ya,
That it don't hurt no more.
No, it don't hurt no more,
'cuz your son, he's an outlaw.
Oh, your son, he's an outlaw.
Yes, your son, he's an outlaw.
Oh, your son, he's an outlaw.
Now, your son, he's an outlaw.
Oh, your son, he's an outlaw.
And this blood feels good on my hands.
Today i killed a man.

song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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