Fire: Yet another poem.
Ice: Yet another of Gabriel's ideas than he couldn't write himself
Randa: It turned out nice.
Brother Why
Brother why
Why would you kill
Why did you of all people die your hands red
You reprimanded me for things I said
Here you are doing what I wanted back then
Brother why
Did you get a sick pleasure out of the hypocrisy
Did you find my pain amusing
Smiling at a constant with unknown happiness
Never fading even as the blood stained your hands
Brother why
How was it you survived the fall
How come you're making me mourn more
Is it your plan to break me slowly
Can you still know my hatred
Brother why
Can't you let this go
Can't you let us in peace
You wanted peace and now you're against it
When will you find your self again
Brother why?
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