How can I call you brother
with your blood on my hands?
The claws that clipped your wings
will reach as far as they can.
I hate the look in your eyes,
I hate the skip in your step
and I hate the "sound and fury"
trading fortune for death.
you can't have him
and I've held my tongue
but can't stomach the weakness.
Hold fast to the eight-fold path
cold blood and simple math
past steeples made angels the enemy
and hardened the hearts of stone
Tell Screwtape to guard his heart
and give freedom before his scars
tell Wormwood we're coming for blood
and won't stop until we are with God.
Get behind me.
Even the demons believe.
You can't have him.
Breathe backwards
to show cold shoulders the way.
Soft words in the Sundays past
cold blood and simple math
not equal to martyrs or murderers,
madness for stagnant souls
If misery plagues you here
and misery plagues me there
no coward's bullet or blindness
can kill off the love he shares
I'll let "sleeping worms lie"
Black Lung
How can I call you brother
with your blood on my hands.
You can't have him,
not without a fight you can't.
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