this poem is Kenshin if he had recieved Christ...clearly shown in last stanza
Days past
Scar
everlasting reminder of days past
where the world was shrouded in blood
where it flowed down every street corner
every home
crimson red scar
a permanent mark
horror filled, without mercy
dawned a sword with ambition
exited a sword, dipped in red
hopes of peace
dubbed with destruction
Can there be reconciliation?
With this sword i pledge
Innocence shall no longer be the victim
by this scar i pledge
that no blood shall be spilt from my hands
It was already spilt enough on a cross
where one man bled enough to cover us all