Brothers we are and always will.
even if it's the hate we instill.
People we are, all pink on the inside.
People we are, from the creator we just can't hide.
Lovers and warriors, jokers and thieves
and we all get lost and be the one that retrieves.
We're all the Gods of or own reality
creator's and destroyers of our own fantasy.
We love the same, hate the same, same name, same game.
Who knows that the object is not to hate?
Are we too irrational to look and contemplate?
No heart to hearts in the office break room.
No love in the world so filled with gloom?
No happiness to show the people you hate?
No way to ever clean off that tattered slate?
Brothers we are and always will.
Brothers we love, and brothers we kill.
Hate is something that doesn't deserve a word.
So hatred is something that will be forgotten if not herd.
No more passing on the stereotypes to your kids.
No more hiding away from the masses with your acids.
No more jail and the wrong end of life.
No more picking up a stick, a gun or a knife.
Brothers we are and always shall be.
Brothers, we should know. This is our reality.
Work for a cause, work for some change
Work for something that doesn't seem so strange.
Work for peace in this rotten core.
Work for something that doesn't involve getting more.

Brothers we are, and shall always be.
Brothers we are in this ill fated reality.

11/15/2001

Posted on 11/15/2001
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