Brethren

You are my brethren,
By you, I am not;
Oh! You are my friend,
By you, I do rot.

What caused me sorrow,
Than oh nothing else;
Thou point that arrow,
At me – oh duels!

You’re not who you are,
When thee be with thine;
The mask of thy czar,
Who fakes being fine.

Be careful of those,
Who pat on thy back,
Who seemed to care – woes,
And lies with a sack.

For thy art lookin’,
An indeed soft spot;
For knife be stricken,
The abyss of rot.

9.26.11

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