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My Brother
Contributed by
Chamaron
on
Monday, 15th March 2010 @ 11:43:59 PM in AEST
Topic:
FamilyPoems
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You come home And trample on my trees You burn down My pretty little houses What did they ever do to you?
Im growing up here, But youve found new ideas You think I should know, I think you have the plague of mind.
Always something new in fashion Youre a fool for novelty Ill listen, but dont you dare Attack what Ive held to stay strong.
Youre a wishy-washy sea I became big brother So you could pursue stability But instead you pursue The glue that holds me
Well, arent you grateful?
I almost hope Youre the crimson mirror Youre our fathers son That youre the evil one So I dont have to be
The way it looks, Youre devoid of empathy How else could you have missed it? My suffering slowly, my hole-filled lungs Breathing in hatred deeply, just for you Now I see the fork in your hands
Copyright ©
Chamaron
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2010-03-15 23:43:59] (Date/Time posted on
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