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O Brother Series by maccabeus: 10:18pm On Sep 22, 2015 |
BROTHER OF THE BLOOD LUST My soul weeps for you Brother of my inglorious Days are night No star for your fires These tears will be water Cleanse your purity tonight When he stand in thorns And he lost his thoughts The miracles seem hung beyond To be a man tonight is falling off the sky Tribulations is so hard O my brother you’ve so old These eyes shrivel beyond the age you owe This miserable blood must’ve earned these: The negligence of the scornful heart Ferocity had made things of waste And with this might, he’d laid siege to waste Heart to blood Blood to heart This immortal heart must’ve confirmed His supernatural prowess unarmed To the mother who rest her slain slayer on her breast A silent night is the night for the rest And the valiant cells to the mother’s breast Feeding her till they are depressed O my brother you’ve so old To be a man tonight is falling off the sky I know you’re solid Still solid Brother But how long will this dwell? Who milked your mother in crucifix has come with thorns Too well for this wells On the safer I should say you run But where must you be without those things? Run from this place without a thing Who knows how they’ll explore the land And walk stealthily in One condescending to the other in no way Far from the flame watch the golden hand And with thorn he made blood a thane The scotched humbled head will see him to the stake And with pleasure, the heart made him a golden flame To be a man tonight is falling off the sky If I wake up at dawn and perceive the sun rising-heat The innocent bed will be my refuge The morning speak of a mourning break To be of nature is be of calm With our own act they’ve been so strong My blood in Sudan! In Rwanda! My blood in Congo! In Liberia! And to where left the shambles Here we build gruesome castles ever for our strength to be futile and idle Hail! The king of entrapment The earth we loved at your physique breathing heavily that armored chest the machinery amour: to most is a early grave You’ve pledged this unceasing affection: the daughters are sexed with no interest and affection Lust! Making dogs out of our beauties We watched them fell in fields The maternal breasts ruffling as the killer kills O heavens! Be the most compatriots Of the falling heroines And the infant that milked be of a greater sense: The gain of a disparaging sex Here I’ll pray for you’re so beautiful To see you again will be so wonderful To quell the shandy aggression To us be senna with compassion Though spruced up in our diamond and gold Nothing be good like holding our peace This tear’s been too old Making these nations grow too slow Insurrection won’t be ill: the price we’d paid for the guns is too ill The golden hand will go in peace The crown bestowed is the treacherous heart Who’ll wait us taking the risk But he’ll fall in pieces into the pit O brother! Tell me what you want Maybe tonight I could be your only light I deign for this childish words I should know you need peace above the worlds Sooner you won’t wax stronger These insurrections with guns ever flowing Of this red sea I won’t drink: No mercy sprouts from its brink The evergreen of my mother’s breast Make me sick as the red sea is fed This clattering minds to the death And the dismembered self I gazed with fright To my feet I give my soul Before me severe: mountains and cliffs The effulgence will soon cripple the night She’ll come when the cloud could be her hood In the sun if I feel the night I’ll be back to the grass to make it right And clean the fields of its seas The strange sea which hold this ancient gore With the mother we’ll play Till the sun sleeps for her to be awake Sleep brother, and wake to be my mother A silent night is the night for the rest (c) 2003 Anthony Adeniyi anthony.adeniyi@yahoo.com (+234) 08069256743 |
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