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these flows.. words born upon gritty city streets where death is sold in small vials.. sweaty palms clench into fierce fists that challenge my right to life..

blood brother ur shadow cloaks their snarls as u strike out to save this life.. hands clamped in love and peace i shed tears when u were slain.. ur warriors heart forever beating within the drums of the rhythm of my struggle..

the passion that escaped u in this life will be urs as i reach out and claim it.. i walk tall and stride thru the liquid streets of this cybernetic playground and yet i stumble still..

but the goal of ur life passes as a torch into my waiting hands.. hot to the touch am i up to it.. ur soul trapped and lost urges me on and so these words escape me.. i vow and swear..

brother lost to me i will stalk this earth until i find the soul who seeks to escape the traps of old man society and his dream lost wife.. i will steal his daughter to give her the gift of ur dream..

i remember u always even when the times grow slow and the sky darkens above me.. our walks thru the streets of that warzone.. all against us and yet we strode thru the air filled with our laughter.. i miss u dearly..

in this moment f confusion and loss i call out to u to lend me ur strength and wonder what small kind words of encouragement u would toss my way to let me ignore my pain..

these words i share with u and wonder if they reach u even as other minds perhaps question their meaning..

always missed little brother.. peace