With blood, sweat and tears

With blood, tears and sweat,

May I pay off my debts,

With covered face

I seek

That which will set me free.

The good gave to help,

But others gave to take;

She lost what was her's

Now with these materials

Her family pays.

May God have mercy

For He will judge rightly;

I know that I am in the wrong

But will the other man also admit his folly?

All this mixing,

All these blinding lies,

What do they offer?

What did we sell?

Our foolishness is bare

And now without help.

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the untitled one