Epitaph - Blood, sweat and tears

So now we know, it’s due to them.               
The anger, hate - your threats to kill - 
Their fault, their guilt - it's down to them.         
They've caused it all - that much is clear,      
But you’ve crossed a line with no return 
Bloodshed, more sweat and yet more tears.   

You wish them dead – it seems unreal - 
You say you need to knock them out,   
To kill the anger, the pain you feel, 
To end the vicious cycle spilling   
Bloodshed, more sweat and yet more tears.

How will we heal the hurt, the pain
And feel again at peace once more?
No bombs of hate to come raining down,
No sleep, no hope, remorse for sure,
Shared blood, regret and yet more fears.

Now, no way back to what it seems   
Was just a mirage in our minds.    
An ideal that must stay in dreams,
Before we wake, to more nightmares
Of bloodshed, gory death and yet more tears…

The epithet you chose for me
Rings in my ears and hurts me still.
Did I abuse you so to be
The one deserving so much hate?
Spilled blood, more sweat, a few last tears.

There is no peace, no paradise,
No past, no now, no fresh new start.
Even the retard rather dies,
Than face the hell of each new day.
Old blood, cold sweat, hold back the tears.

For those who dream of afterlife,
A daily hell may be alright.
But here it is, my epitaph
And this will resonate much more.
No hate - just drained of life,
Blood, sweat and tears.