Kill a brother for the lines in sand,
Behold: Man’s decline.
It might be your holy land,
But it sure as hell isn’t mine.
So talk of your god,
That perfect being.
Spoken about like man: flawed.
Our fates are darkened you’ve assured.
And as the clouds above darken our sky,
We must ask the question why:
Why do we rape a sister,
Over imperfections that taste so bitter?
Why do we kill a brother,
Over the father that bred each other?