The Brethren Poem by Justin Reamer

Brethren are the people to whom I contend,
They are the soul that allows us to get on with our lives
And never to fail,
For they remain by your side for what seems like forever.

However, some do not stay by your side
And they do not encourage you like an exclamation point,
Rather, they care for themselves
For their own personal gain.

They do not care about you,
They want to have you wasted,
They know what is your heart's content,
Until your devastated.

They put us through such misery
Like an outcast on a dreary night,
They want you to suffer Satan's breath
On a dreadful, dreadful fright.

What is worse than an abusive parent,
One who does not care one bit?
How could one do such a thing,
When it is all that they have writ?

What is more dreadful
Than your sorrows
Within your passion's sense?
What is more complicated
Than your mind
When it comes to things intense?

I will never understand myself,
With what is to come.
My father has abandoned me
And has left me like a slum.

He left me in loneliness,
With a place to rot,
What is there to do
Now that there's no plot?

May God bless us all
When we are in times of strife,
May He make us merry
When we come back to life.

I look out the windows
And see such a glare,
For there is pitch darkness
In a night I should not stare.

Woe to the Earth
As we all suffer greatly,
Woe to the saints
For they stand up so ornately.

How ungrateful is the world,
For it has no manners!
It consumes and destroys
As if nothing matters!

Woe unto you
Who all have endless strife,
Maybe someday
You can come back to life!

May your brethren not betray you,
May they not impede;
May they protect you,
As you would succeed!

Hostility is banished,
As we are all famished
For what is to come,
May we embrace nobility
And the greatest sum.

One brethren shall
All be good,
They shall not betray us,
As we know Judas would.

Traitors will be put in their place,
You need not worry,
God will provide,
There is no need to hurry.

May you reach your goals,
Like a great man would!
May you reach your spirits,
And may you make some good!

Go, go! Go succeed!
May you never have to bleed!
You shall not fail,
You shall not ail,
For this is your dire need.