Dear Lord, I know that what I have done is wrong. I murdered my brother... to gain all that once was his. I know this and my guilt eats me alive from the inside out. Heaven have mercy on me. But why, why should it? I have sinned, but I love every thing I have gained, the crown, my ambition, and my Queen. My soul is foul and black, and yet even here, on my knees, my repentance is void. My words fly up but my prayer is not genuine. My sins can never be forgiven; I don't mean anything but to save my sorry behind, to try to make it to Heaven when I know, and you know, I'm doomed for Hell.
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