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Mystique420
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Suspended by a Thread, This Broadsword dangling
Above My Head,
Sheer Weight and Balance keeps It from a Splitting
Blow, otherwise, I Would Be Dead.
Rigged too Perfection, a pendulum of Tempered Steel,
Forged by Haephaestus Himself,
Brother, My Brother? Why Do You Betray Me? This
Dying Gift left too Dust Upon a Shelf.
Base Envy? Treachery Beyond Sibling Rival? What Is
It that I Have Done?
Is It that Father Loves Me More? Because I Am Second
Born, a Babe in Arms, Swaddled and Among?
Never Shall I Turn My Back on Thee, for Fear of a
Daggers cutting Edge,
Vile Memories of Childhood Decay, Mischief and Evil
Thoughts brought from Thy Deepest , Darkest Dregs.
I Shalt Love Thee akin Our Fathers Wishes, but Tis
Merely a Dying Breathe,
Ye Shalt Never Return the Favor, as Ye Anxiously
Await Our Fathers Death.
Greed Does You Dishonor, Brother! I Shall Inherit
the Wind,
Tis Ye Who Gains Little Wisdom in False Hopes, For
Tis I Who Shall Defend.
Lay Down beside Our Father and Whisper of Great
Love, for Only He too Hear,
His Response echoes in Thy Deep Recesses and
Develops into Fear.
Cast Aside by Thy Own Arrogance, Ye Walk a Shadows
Stance,
Too Fade Away as Father Has, By All That is Holy,
the Sword has Fallen but It Has Claimed Thy Life
Perchance.
The Debt is Paid in Blood.
Thy Will is Done!
Above My Head,
Sheer Weight and Balance keeps It from a Splitting
Blow, otherwise, I Would Be Dead.
Rigged too Perfection, a pendulum of Tempered Steel,
Forged by Haephaestus Himself,
Brother, My Brother? Why Do You Betray Me? This
Dying Gift left too Dust Upon a Shelf.
Base Envy? Treachery Beyond Sibling Rival? What Is
It that I Have Done?
Is It that Father Loves Me More? Because I Am Second
Born, a Babe in Arms, Swaddled and Among?
Never Shall I Turn My Back on Thee, for Fear of a
Daggers cutting Edge,
Vile Memories of Childhood Decay, Mischief and Evil
Thoughts brought from Thy Deepest , Darkest Dregs.
I Shalt Love Thee akin Our Fathers Wishes, but Tis
Merely a Dying Breathe,
Ye Shalt Never Return the Favor, as Ye Anxiously
Await Our Fathers Death.
Greed Does You Dishonor, Brother! I Shall Inherit
the Wind,
Tis Ye Who Gains Little Wisdom in False Hopes, For
Tis I Who Shall Defend.
Lay Down beside Our Father and Whisper of Great
Love, for Only He too Hear,
His Response echoes in Thy Deep Recesses and
Develops into Fear.
Cast Aside by Thy Own Arrogance, Ye Walk a Shadows
Stance,
Too Fade Away as Father Has, By All That is Holy,
the Sword has Fallen but It Has Claimed Thy Life
Perchance.
The Debt is Paid in Blood.
Thy Will is Done!
"To live,.... love,..... there's a song to be sung,....
'cause we may not be the Young Ones,..."
--first u sow the seed-- nature grows the seed-- then we eat the seed--
nah,... we smoke it!
'cause we may not be the Young Ones,..."
--first u sow the seed-- nature grows the seed-- then we eat the seed--
nah,... we smoke it!Post edited by Unknown User on
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but then i thought it could perhaps have a far more reaching metaphorical meaning. but i like the sib rival thoughts better. it could be just me.:)
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
'cause we may not be the Young Ones,..."
--first u sow the seed-- nature grows the seed-- then we eat the seed--