• Vol. 04
  • Chapter 01
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Murder on the sands,
Left stain on my hands.
The stain does not go
Yet no one will know.
For the gloves will hide,
The horror inside.
Yellow, blue or green,
The colours are seen.
And no one will know,
What i will not show.
Can my soul be clean
The way it had been?
For colours won't hide
The evil inside......