To me thou art no more
Laugh deceivingly at festive dances
justifying a noble man’s disgust
sweet intoxication into trances
doth thou actually believe in trust?
Surely it must run in thy wicked blood
as demons writhe behind thy trait’r eyes
greed and lust for power, ruin, like a flood
Apology? I can only despise.
Your words like acid kisses upon expos’d skin
thou hast lur’d and murder’d and concealed
Actions portray thy most desir’d sin
the cairn of scabs on my heart I have peeled.
Sanity I lost; I despise, I abhor,
Dearest Brother? To me thou art no more.
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