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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