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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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