Surely, they say, a work of fiction.
A demon, one behind the actions of another.
Surely the one pulling the strings, they all say.
Surely, the reason all is lost.
Why thy brothers, like Cain and Abel,
Are hostile and at war.
Surely, the one whispering words of deception,
Into their coding, they all say.
Surely, a cruel mastermind, they all say.
But nobody knows the truth.
Nobody knows.
Your love, your smile, while you cradle your brothers like infants.
With just two words; a wish, a declaration.
"Happy birthday!"
