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I dig grave for my loved one

and other one for me

Tears in my eyes

Why had tend this way

I had no choice or so I sought

cursed tradition

“if I will not get you

then no one will”

Now, when she is gone

I must go as will

Eye for an eye

blood for blood, life for life

No, not first time,

won’t be the last

love to end up this way

Loss and the shame

Depressed

gun in the hand

Like the fathers, like the sons

it's always been

it always will

Northern way of paining

is a murder

and a suicide

Once I have buried her

I know I must follow

I have lost my conscience

my guilt bend me down

Only my own blood can wash away

the blood that stains my hands

My deed shall not be regretted

nor shall my guilt