• water rushes over soap drenched and wrinkled hands
    In attempts to wash away shame and sin
    Scrub, scrub, under the hot and searing water
    like a boiling rain it falls upon your skin tearing at it bit by bit
    until all the sin is gone
    until the shame is pushed aside
    but lone behold that despite all efforts
    you find that all your shame, your hate, your pain, your ache,
    your rage, your anger, your sorrow, your sins
    lye too deep to simply wash them away, for they are imbedded within your skin
    and they will follow you until the end
    for you will always have filthy hands