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Bloodshed hands of mine, what have I done?
To raise thought upon the unthinkable, as the world itself shames me.
Ignorance prevails, as moral sense dies within the soul of our existence.
United we may stand while individually we may fall upon our mistakes.
Let pain and suffering reinforce our strength, before it should dwell in the past.
In consequence to our faults, we are all equally charged with guilt.
If only a child's heart could mend the broken ties between our feuds.
If only our intentions were as pure as the day we came to be.
Let peace and not war take over, and avert any other divergence.
Bloodshed hands of mine, what have I done?
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