Brother- Sin- Arms

Our eyes met and the rhetoric hurt the most
All the memories of an innocence lost
Like the doe under the huntsman's gaze.
Pain is a passionate remainder of life.

He took all I had, grace, peace, honour,
Gave me misery and made me a mourner.
The good son has all he wants,
And repulsion is all I reap.

I crept up and hit him to astound
Blood coloured the sky and bathed the ground.
A body quivering with self-pity and pride,
I have nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.

An offering showed me whom the love was for,
Whom the grace of heaven showered down upon,
Who laughed when all around me turned to smoke,
Who sneered when my heart, in all its heaviness, broke.

Projections of the days before ensnared my senses,
My hand started trembling; my will was defenceless;
A surge of courage or was it fear astride;
A look of disgust and my conscience denied.

I crept up again and hit him to astound,
Blood coloured the sky and bathed the ground.
A body quivering with trepidation and pride,
I have nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.

I need to run so that no one can find,
I need a place to escape from my mind.
I see them coming to haunt me fast,
With a curse on their lips and hatred in their hearts.

I killed my brother for what you may never know.
The route my blood will take and flow.
I'm condemned for the rest of my life.
It's my destiny, my choice, my strife....

I crept up and hit him to astound,
Blood coloured the sky and bathed the ground.
A body shaking with humiliation and pride,
I have nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.