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My brothers...

In piles to my sides lie their flesh. Once young and full with the waters of vitality.

My brothers...

Left to die by dream chasing, spirit encasing, materialism degrading, mothers. Who's words mean nothing in the face of actions that birthed clutter.

My brothers...

Never a superficial scar, for even the wounds on the inside of the bear lay hidden below the bars.

My brothers...

Hiding out with little hope of resurfacing, the allegory of the cave has no bearings, for we have seen the surface... As the world cut us asunder.

My brothers...

Slain by grey love, ambiguous and shallow, only to have our bones broken, and food taken, left with the marrow.

My brothers...

Our faces speak of pain, hardened by years of blacksmithing, struggling to make our own weaponry without a teacher.

My brothers...

Kept sheltered by the homes of our mothers, abandoned by the wings of our dream chasing fathers, and under constant shell-shocks no thanks to the providers of shelter.

My brothers...

Some of us endure too much, some just about 3/4, and even more of us endure too little.

My brothers...

Children of the Earth, sons of the cosmos, fathers of the future, nephews of the galaxies, products of black holes, in a universe which is expanding faster and faster.

My brothers...

Speaking symbolism through true rhyme, only to be over-shadowed by what "They" want.

My brothers...

Left to observe the world with an untold wisdom from the dark, Held by our dark egos, fed just to make ourselves feel valuable, especially in times of the too often feeling of worthlessness.

My brothers...

One is a chemical tester, the other falling quite suit, held only by the other.

My brothers...

Made to watch each other with weathered eyes... Never a telescope in sight to see the real in motion.

How sweet the sound...