Cain
Maybe I have killed my brother
Though I never knew his name
For now of the whole of us
Just one of us remain
And I, I stand here weeping
Though I know I weep in vain.
There now this mark upon my brow
Upon my cheek, my hand, my neck
Come now this blemish on my vow
As I'm salvaged from the wreck
Still I never knew his name.
This mark exists protecting me
From vengeance of the same
Or perhaps reminding me
I shall always weep in vain.
Yes perhaps it is a stain
A sign denoting God's mistake
A symbol proving God is great
To others as it mocks my fall.
For no one answers when I call
No one comes to light my dark
A mistake created on a lark
Now bearer of the murd'rer's mark.
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