Yes, we are.

Earth's cold-blooded killers.

Deny it all you want; oh, but we are.

We all are.

And a liar I shall not be;

I shall cleanse not my bloody hands

just to please thee.

A killer, that's me.

No, I didn't just try—

I did the deed successfully.

Killers, you and me.

I killed happiness in their twinkling eyes,

even one residing within me.

I hated glee for some time,

so I killed hope, not once nor twice.

Some yours, the rest mine.

Regret I did, and did not most of the time.

Killers, yes we are.

Lie all you want; denial is quite fine.

But know this:

the blood of a bleeding wound you cannot hide.

Crimes acknowledge crimes.

Oh, but we are.

We all are.

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