September 14, 2011
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Sharp knife-like feud of words
severing the ties of our heartstrings,
until the only bond left is a scrap of inconsequential genetic code.
Deny my sir name and have no part of you.
With every material offering I am reminded of spitting crimson rage,
backed in a corner, followed by terror and sleepless nights.
Big brother grew up and fled from the tyranny.
I was jealous for that freedom.
I understand him now as I leave my sister in the fangs of a demon, just to save myself.
I guess this is the cycle of things, molding us into who we are.
I've escaped the nexus and I'm not looking back.
For too long you had control but it is mine again.

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