There is a beach to the east where high tide never seems to cease,
A man, a son, runs along the shore fighting his own brother
Tied, an equal match for each other, they fight for the right for a lover.

An evil inside has taken a most deadly form,
A clone who's desire is parallel to the other with equal cost.
Or is it intersecting, since now both their blood cross.

Two men of the same right, one black, the original white.
Will never talk nor words be spoke at all,
A fight to the death will only begin the next brawl.

Sand burning the souls of the fighting men,
Bare fists curled into iron ***** of hate.
Swing and miss till you land a hit, they will never abate.

The seas try to pull them apart, ripping the shore itself,
Blowing winds of pure destruction upon them.
But the fight blinds, only thoughts in the heads of them are to condemn.

War wages on, now they harness nature,
Making bombs, sickness, and uses all life.
Just two brothers who are trying to end the strife.

The Mother calls a friend who promises to deliver,
A force so destructive any tide will retreat.
The brothers ignore signs and continue stroking their meat.

Ignorant men fight on.
Meanwhile the bystanders ask for a sign,
What have I done to ******* the divine?

"You've done nothing. Now die."