The Mark of Cain

I have taken the breath of a man
I have bought upon him the pale horse
With my hand, I have ended his life
Quickly setting setting his rising sun

I bear now his soul
His face I see in abyss
His voice, I hear amongst crowds
Whispering to me

His blood, forever stained on my fingers
In the richest hues of crimson
His gasping screams, I do not forget
Ringing like bells in the still of night

I now bear the stench of death
The pale horse, my only companion
By my own hand
Shunned from heaven’s door

I am the bearer of this wretched curse
Death is my only reprieve
This is my heavy burden
Its load, I cannot share

I do not wish the misfortune
Of feeling my sorrow
Of knowing that i bought you
Another soul to Styx

The mark of Cain I bear
Deep in my heart
No man can spare I from it
And I , from it, can never part

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