Brotherly blood
By christopher pratt
Ragna,
The name haunts me,
In that name,
Confides my deppest sin.
Brother,
How much do I want you to scream.
And yet how much do,
I look for youre priase.
For you to recgonize my strength,
And how much ive grown.
For you to see the man,
That I have become.
I chitize myself,
For these thoughts.
Because,
You beytrade me.
The simple thought of you hurts me,
And you shall fall at my hands!