CREATURE:
These hands
How I fear for these hands
How I wonder if ever had these hands been held with compassion
Could they do what they've done
These hands?

What of these eyes?
Blind with hate are these eyes
Could it once be that someone gazed into these eyes with affection
And saw good deep within
These eyes?

And why
Having tasted of vengeance
Do these lips curl with madness and pain, crying in vain?
A soul that could love is now helplessly chained to these hands!

And these ears still hear her crying
And will never know laughter or song, ever so long
As blood of the innocent runs red upon these hands!

These detestable hands!
And this terrible hide, with its poison inside
Hated limbs and foul heart, I would tear them apart
If I only could feel what I felt when I held her within
These hands!
Unforgiving, unmerciful hands!
These unfeeling, contemptible hands!
And our end will not come
'Till justice is done
By this man!