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Brother
magics cast, I witness the elements being maneuvered
while the seemly claim innocence
no witchcraft here
spelling on the airs
it's a binding tradition
say the spell
Our Father....
Catholic until King Henry wanted a new wife
then Christians struck fear in the weak-minded
talking too much, spin the verb and dissect
see if you can keep up
silence is the way
your favorite brother hardly
Your favorite sister I don't think so
set at odds from the start
with weapons thrust in our hands
pitted against each other
ordered now square off
do you yet worry?
with whom we are forced to come up against
I want peace and yet I am caught up again, in this
Politics is your favorite place
and yes brotherfucker i know
we're in deep
call me what you like, I'm no traitor
there are ancient beings running off a different playbook
enters the Sandman Metalica
"nothing else matters"
I am doing my best where even my sighs are coded
whispers on the winds it is with honor I have burned
I will go down with this vessel if need be
Brother, don't you have better places to visit?
you are pardoned, but again I am told to square up
you are favored does it feel good?
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