The House of Healing

Where are the hands
That sew up
The wounds in killer's hands?
Where are the eyes
That won't judge
Someone by his unfortunate past?
Where are the mouths
That say
"Don't worry, try again.
You'll make it in the end"?
Where is forgiveness?
All I can see amongst you
Is vengeful thirst for a sacrifice
The more blood, the better.
It's a dead end at the end of a hard road.
You'll run out of killers in due time
But by then you've killed enough
To meet the requirements,
So in the end
Anyone will do,
You all will do.
You all would do.
You all do.
You are just liars and thieves
Trying to bullshit one another
You can keep your big societies
You can keep all those atrocities
And I'll still be out here
Catching the drop outs.
Sewing up their hands.
Forgetting their pasts.
Saying
"Don't worry, try again.
You'll make it in the end."