I was tainted. With her blood. Their blood. And the disease of my despair. There was no cleansing something so tainted. This was who I was now.This was War

I was tainted. With her blood. Their blood. And the disease of my despair. There was no cleansing something so tainted. This was who I was now.This was War

I was tainted. With her blood. Their blood. And the disease of my despair. There was no cleansing something so tainted. This was who I was now.This was War. (K. Webster, This is War, Baby)