Cleansing rain falls gently
from heaven's skies,
splashing upon my face ~
its brisk drops
leave me breathless.
Drenched clothes peel off
like dead skin ~
I am naked, I feel...
redeemed.
Crimson flows from my hands
into pools at my feet ~
blood from my old man
washed away...
This, my atonement.
He is dead, gone ~
his body never to be found.
Evidence of his existence
still lingers,
serving as reminders --
yet no real trace remains.
I enjoyed killing my old man ~
his death was justifiable.
Lifting purified hands,
I am clean --
no one shall find me guilty.




















I promise I’ll get back to you on the other things after this PO is judged.
He’s my hero!!! 










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