My Past Has Tasted Bitter

For Years Now,

So I Wield An Iron Fist.

Grace Is Just Weakness,

Or So I've Been Told

I've Been Cold, 

I've Been Merciless.

But The Blood On 

My Hands 

Scares Me 

To Death.

Maybe 

I'm Waking Up 

Today.

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