Frater Bellum

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Sticks and stones, brothers fight to death, 

Greed and spite make not a pure man,

Cain chased as Abel from stones ran,

Eden's springs, he took his last breath.

Cain assumed his intentions pure,

Although for weeks he cried his sin,

He lost his one forever kin,

In a just name he wasn't sure.


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