A First Born Dies


Oh, Father, is this what you had intended?
My brothers fall about me,
My brothers, who should have lived forever.
I feel ice like fire pass through me,
Seizing my breath.
Shadows envelope me.
Out of my heart, flowing streams of crimson
Join the river of death which rejects no tributary.
Black and red are one,
Dark and Light,
Good and Evil.
All must fall in the end.
Oh, Father, is this what you had intended?
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