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"Brother I am not clean My hands are bloody " April the 4th: The hunt starts Growing and moulding in side my mind Scratching and gnawing at my weak walls God was my leader, I am the sinner "Brother I am not clean My hands are bloody" "Father, O Father, mend my mind." "Father, O Father, mend my red mind." 2 days past: The blood flows My red hands sink into his skin This madness, my guide through the dark Wherever it leads i'm back at the start "Father, my father I am the darkness, these bodies keep on growing Mend these tools of mine" Fix my sight and make me whole again tonight For I am weak and too humble to speak Shape my skin, paint my bones Make me whole again The hands of God The eyes of Man The shape of God The mind of Man April 12th "Brother O Brother, rest forever."