Bloody glory, bloody pride

Eaten from within of worry and useless sin.
I was stabbed by a deceitful twin.
Hell, there was no warning.
No appology or any such thing.
Nothing for forgetting and forgiving.
Sorry was never part of the story.
I hope you are satisfied with your bloodied glory.

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