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Brotherly Farewell

(My) spirit cannot be tamed by your obvious displeasure. Your
(revulsion) is no more useful than spitting
(at) the wind.
(your) disappointment no more practical than the actions of a
(conduct)or upon a runaway train. It
(is only) the dying words of our mother that keep me contained. You are
(outmatched) in every way, blinded
(by the emptiness) in your rigid heart. And yet
( I feel) no sympathy for your dreary existence. Have
(at) your pitiful posturing.
(it ) is not my door you will darken. I will be
(having) no more of your rubbish. I have
(been YOUR) only support for too long. You may
(conduct) your dark business somewhere else.

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