The Hands

The seven hands of helping reign,
First hand to console the slain,
Second hand to guide their aim,
Third hand to play the game,
Fourth hand to pleasure and tame,
Fifth hand to point the blame,
Sixth hand to put to shame,
Last hand to kill and maim.







Part 1: Healing Hand

Guarded by the holy light,
Smoke and stars the only sight,
War is fought around at night,
Why die when you can fight?

Oh, by the hand I was scarred,
By the flames their land was charred,
Take the hits and my body was marred,
Under night I was slain under stars,
The wounds will heal and my pain will scar.

Oh heavenly mistress can't you be,
The healing light to encompass me,
Be the savior that I can see,
Healing arms to set me free.

Let us go and heal the weary,
Save us from the dark and dreary,
Heal me now so I can see clearly,
Embrace my soul oh so dearly.

Part 2: Guiding Hand

Our paths shall be revealed,
Thirsts for pain we have appealed,
Their true intentions have been concealed,
Our former actions must be repealed.

On the field with our weaponry,
To win we'll need our mastery,
They will try to defeat the misery,
If I die please dispose of me.

We look to see the guiding light,
With an arrow we have been the sight,
Now it's time that we dispose of this fight,
Resisting the hate and corrupting the blight.

Oh when the rocks crumble,
And with a thunder rumble,
And now the warrior mumbles,
Finally right the warrior stumbles.

Part 3: Gambling Hand

Oh by the list that's amounting,
To hire workers for accounting,
This man's debts are undoubting,
I bet he wishes for restarting.

To recollect these past dues,
To hunt him down, follow the clues,
When they find him, he'll definitely lose his shoes,
A body in a bag, they wonder whose.

A man willing to put it at stake,
To lose this bet, his life would break,
To win this wager, his riches creation,
Amass the riches to create his nation.

Where to hide the riches,
The itch of greed itches,
The above plan he pitches,
To the men scarred with stitches...

Part 4: Hand of Relaxation

Here poor man, we aim to please,
We'll give you a room on a nifty lease,
Brand new clothes without a crease,
Cleaning up your messes and their grease.

Come inside, lay down and rest your head,
Dream away your slumber in bed,
Hands of lavender heal your face of red,
A day for rest and relaxation in your head.

Part 5: Deceptive Reflection

I ask of you now,
Won't you lend us a hand,
A deed for us we'll allow,
But don't ask us how.

"We need you to dispose of this land,
Do it and you'll earn a grand."

Deceiving now,
Reflecting how,
Contemplating how this came to be,
The one against authority,
How did this happen to me,
I wish that I could see,
Embracing this,
Disrupting bliss,
With the hands,
That are upon me,
And the pain that I failed to see,
And when it all circles back to me...

Part 6: Hand of Blame

You have become our lured jig,
New to this you're the guinea pig,
In our plot of deception you were rigged,
Now your own grave you'll dig.

Now we will hang you out dry,
Running away isn't an option to try,
Scenes that will haunt you until you die,
These options fill your mind as you cry.

It’s time for the blame to be placed upon you,
When this all started you would ask "who knew?"
Away you ran until they caught you, too,
Began to boil the new hatred brew.

Part 7: Shameful Hands

Now the time has come,
And the jury selected,
Looked down upon by some,
For evil deeds done,
Man will not turn away,
Crying for your pleas,
Begging down on your knees,
Fearing your pleas rejected,
The end has come today,
You just may,
End up living,
Living in seclusion,
A world of delusion,
Filled with illusion,
Another fate objected,
Wishing for another chance giving,
Oh to no avail,
Turning pale,
You're a man whose lost his throne,
Living in dementia on his own,
Praying to the heavenly father for a loan,
Giving up on the life with a groan,
Now your past is being reflected,
This house built by your bricks,
Crumbled back down to sticks,
World destroyed by their tricks,
It all crashes down,
With their shameful hands.

Part 8: Death By Hands

Now the time has come for revenge to run,
Rampant upon this world,

"The bastards must die,
A deadly surprise to them,
After I get out."

Gathering our weaponry like it mattered,
Don't see the reason for attacking,
Bullets flying and the bloodshed scattered,
Their six foot plots upon a platter.

My revenge is finally complete,
And the toll accumulates to their defeat,
And I hope history won't repeat,
My soul is covered in concrete,
But I still feel empty...

"Savior please,
Oh won't you cleanse me now,
And let me be free?"

Losing life by taking life,
Earning life, then losing it all again,
By taking it all away.

Part 9: I Need Freedom

Take me away from my pain,
Cleanse my soul to make me right again,
Erase my mind to forget the slain,
Sooth my body to release all my pain,
Clouding my world to drench in rain,
Flushing my life of all my evil gains.

A Healing Mistress,
Silenced all my aching pains,
Please heal me now.

A new man reborn,
On the new day that comes,
And the wish has been granted,
And the healing is done.

"At last finally,
My freedom has come today,
Salvation again."


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