They've gathered around dressed in their mourning best
Rain pelts down, hard and relentless
Their tears haunt me, oh how it breaks me, even though it's me they mourn
What did I ever do to deserve such a sojourn?

Then I catch a glimpse of you from the casket
Hidden beneath a guise, lost in the throng of people you hate
Have you come to bid me farewell, brother?
Or rejoice in your final triumph?

Are you going to tell them all
What you did to me that night?
The dagger was yours, brother, so was the vice
I couldn't believe what was right in front of my eyes.

Do you really think I am better off dead?
You killed me, but it killed you just the same
Where there is hate, there is love as well
Who will wipe off your tears now that I am dead?

Have you forgotten so easily the pact of our youth?
How we would run across endless fields with the sun in our smiles and grass underneath our feet
If you fell, I would be the one to catch you
And wipe off the tears trickling down your rosy cheeks.

Oh brother, was there ever something I wouldn't do for you?
All praise felt empty if they didn't praise me with you
Why did we have to come to this?
You hate me enough now to draw blood and spit on my grave.

As I sit up from this marble tomb,
They gasp and throw their arms around me
But my eyes seek only you, brother,
As you run away with a grimace on your face.

Brother, do you really think I am better off dead?

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