The moon feels no jealousy,
Borrowing suns weaponry..
I wish my brothers would act the same..
Instead they look to crush you and take what you have gained,
Leave your legacy in tatters shattered as its maimed.
Forgetting what they'v done as they are basking in success..
Forgetting that they used to live in filth like all the rest..
Eating at my soul,
The constant griping pressure..
Of climbing up a hill,
To **** the king aggressor..
My brothers have all fallen,
Or maybe it just seems..
Like I'm the only one,
Who doesn't drink from streams..