We don't milk them from blood vessels, as the case might be,
Stranger now, brother, it's funny how the paradigm shifts.
Born in adversity from the altar call to service,
How can I call you a brother again after all your service?
'Blood for blood thicker than all,
Water with love is better than all.
Two fists shake hands, the servitude to brotherhood,
a brother born in bond, a flower that always blooms.
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