The buckets of love I have shouldered
They have nearly broken my back
As I bathed you again and again
How long was it going to take for me to realize
I cannot get you clean
The silver I thought I saw was plated
This sickly green is what remains
The blood runs from my fingers as I scrub
But I cannot absolve us of our sins
The damage is done, the fire long lit
Burning down to ashes
I couldn't keep maintaining it
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