Brother, Wherefore Art Thou My Brother?

No point left in arguing,
My time is left, young girl
No looking back, no dreaming clear
Eyes closed, only I'm here

In my mind, all seems so pink
So fragile
So useless
While big brother calls his tunes
Writ on ash in the summit's pit
And here, only I seem to care

I really don't know what moments wasted
Hearts left upon flame on empty statements

And, no, I can't see a thing

My heart is owned by the armagod
My life a petty stone
The Sakura of my eyes is dead
Upon my liar's head

Branches bickering for brown and orange leaves
No man knows any of my names anymore
I was a demon when demons ruled the earth
A General by my Bixby heart

Please, don't say no to me

The embers burn and I am eye in the sun
No meaning words absurdly lighting the eyes of the everglades
For my name is HIRO
And my hear a bitter, black pit for the niggers to rest their hearts upon
When Negro is only the same name in the first place
But I'm not saying I care.

John Kerry on the third moments demon, angels crying in their tones
And the Bible verses blank writ on my pages of deer skin and mushy words
For the bartender's name is Hark Harold and mine Dominique Kain
And only angels speak those names
Which Bush's light themselves ablaze and the nations have their little wars again

And my eyes stay closed, through it all

Forests are dark
The lioness watching cubs grow to die before her
My mother already knew the tale
When she bore me to Kennedy
And, hey, dearest friends
When the poem is all said and done,
there shall be nothing

For
  My
    name

            is


  Modnaria Semens

And I have no place telling you who the mother nature cares about anymore
For the lies are gas prices in your eyes of citizenship
And, hark, harold, my name is lost.