I’ll sing you a song, one of warmth, one of greed, a tale of desire and a tale of jealousy.

 

When two were one, held close by the womb, brothers so small, unaware of what loomed.

 

Open-wide seas filled with so many choices, legends foretold the two tales of absence.

 

Thriving off a mantra, their mother sang soft, the rise and the fall of an unseen illusion.

 

One brother would flourish, make riches of gold, he builds up a castle, the wealth of a God.

 

Unalike his sibling, a feeble stray mutt, no place in the world, without fortune or luck.

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With all he could want, but not all he’d need, a kingdom collapsed, a withering seed.

 

The ground be his giver, the sky as his bearer, one earnest strong brother bares love from the heavens.

 

He turns to the sibling he thought he had lost, with knowledge of betrayal he’d have to confront.

 

Despite all the tensions, the past boastful glory, one arm to another, the blood of two stories.

 

With mantras sang so long ago, the wisest chorus two have heard. Divided we may, however the split, together we’ll stand, for now and forever.