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| Illustration is "Blood" by Amy Kaufman |
The sticky memory of my sin
clings to my sullied hands.
Death is drying on my skin--
--because I obeyed commands.
It was not my fault; it was not!
I ended what others had begun.
There is peace—peace this blood bought!
I did what needed to be done;
I took my knives and did my part.
There is no shame. There is no shame!
But I will never, ever be the same,
not in the deepest corners of my heart.
