Peccatum By BladeOfHope It wasn't who I wanted to be. It wasn't hard. But it was wrong. And I deserved it. To kill or not to kill?: my question. Why should I let myself die?: my answer. Swiftfeather's my name All mine is the blame I can't shake the shame Of their death. Innocent kits Dyed red in the mud Innocent lives Snuffed out in their blood I, standing there, watching o'er their hate I, fighting there, rendering upon them their fate. I didn't want them to die. But all the same, I wanted to live. Was it really so wrong? I survived, didn't I? I remember their eyes That day So cold, so far away Yet it was Is die.