7 listopada 2011

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Alisia Robinson
Alisia Robinson

Blood On My Hands

There's Blood on my hands it seems
  No matter how hard I try Washing them
          The Blood doesn't come off
                      This Blood
                            of
 Men, Women, and Children have Stained me
          inside out so many innocent.....
 I think to myself will I ever be forgiven?
 Once I return for the Blood On My Hands?

Jazz
11 listopada 2011 o 04:30

Just a bit of a suggestion. Try working out the punctuation, spacing and capitalization kinks you got. Otherwise, i'm curious as to what the background is to this poem. What's the story?

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Alisia Robinson
11 listopada 2011 o 04:58

Yes, I have to fix that :P I'm having a little trouble keeping it in a column. But the story basically is to see through the thoughts of solider. Just to see their thoughts after the things that they possibly could have done. I was inspired to write it from reading the book "One Solider's War" By: Arkady Babchenko.

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