The Music plays
The Story begins
Dying in a thousand ways
Like those unfaithful twins
The Older, sees the world in a very different way
The Younger is free and lively
They used to play everyday
As the sun comes it can also become nightly
They fought for what they used to believe
Older brother just wanted to keep him safe
Although inteligent he is incredibly naive
Unknowingly that would make im more unsafe
The Youngster never understood his behavior
Too diferent and always thought we was lying
Always looking for his failure
Because he knew he was suffering by trying
Clap your hands and let the world burn
Said the Older in a middle of a crysis
I Don't care about it he always returns
Said the Younger one doing an exegesis
The Burning passion of protection
Against the passion of freedom
The young one fought without direction
because he didn't need him
Might be a little painful
Also Dull and boring
The Older started to look him as disdainful
Tired of all accusations looking deploring
After many disappoints
they died to each other
proving the old brother's points
As the Twin's tale Smother
They older was called Death
The Younger was called Life
And that's how they claim each others prizes
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Sorry about the delay in poems, i was in a difficult situation, now i'm feeling better and getting back on track! Hope you like this tale because i thought the idea was inspiring seeing death and life as brothers! Oh well Have fun reading!!
-Lu
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The Lullabies Before Death
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