Eternal fame came to a man
through the auspices of another,
I wonder in what light he looks
at the world's greatest Lover?
I wonder what his days were like
after the blood he'd shed.
I wonder if back he looked
if "What if?" was ever said.
In life he washed his hands
of the blood he saw as other,
does he now wash his soul
with the blood of his own brother?