I said your prayers for you
the prayers of your religion
the words I remembered hearing
you say them over and over
was that your religion
the repetition itself
thinking the sounds
and colors of the words
could be consciously creative
and subject to your will
if you make me change
I’ll make you pay for it
we would say to one another
you were my brother
but I was only pretending
to be your brother.
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