Out of rage he rose to smite his brother. <br />What strength lie your arms? <br />He is but slave to foolish rulership, <br />what power have you? I asked? <br /> <br />Out of rage he stared at me <br />as of one having power of armageddon. <br />We're all but men lost in the battles of life. <br />Your brother who is to be strength to your arms <br />you smote! <br /> <br />You built your doom, <br />you've broken your defences, <br />your woe is upon you! <br />Can you hear the cold whispers of the wind? <br />Can you hear the screaming of your brother <br />from the shallow grave where you buried him? <br /> <br />Behold your foes are come upon you! <br />Today you shall visit your brother, <br />you will embrace the path you forced him to lay down. <br />You will be made even with your brother! <br /> <br />The misery arms with which you smote your brother <br />is come upon you! <br />He screamed for mercy, <br />but to deaf ears heard! <br />The arms of misery was upon him. <br />And his end crawled to him <br />and was swallowed up. <br />By the works of his hand <br />the location of his destination was built for Him.<br /><br />micheal john<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-even/
