Brothers and Sons
Let us separate
Meaning from meaninglessness
Justice from mercy
The good from evil
These razor sharp reversals
In smallest spaces
Careful precision
Feels not like the work of one
But the joy of two
Not one good thing lost
Even surrounded by dross
Every gem is spared
This becomes instinct
Without effort swords are raised
In distant battles
At home and at rest
Inspiring from afar
Words stronger than steel
Watch the poles align
Dominos fall into place
War won before fought
Even if we fight
We will not do it for long
Our hearts realign
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