brothers? who needs them?
mine were the worst
they mould you then scold you
and rub your face in the dirt
you said were? there still alive?
there dead in my heart
tho buzz like bees in a hive
did i say bees? was it just for the ryhmme?
I meant there like sheep, marching in line
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