A brothers' feud
First, hast thou filled me with hate, e'en fanned it to a white heat, a raging storm became my fate, like lightning didst thou lastly strike.
My skin in grossly mottled state - my fury raged within me and, with wrath made wild, I lashed out with club and spike.
Yet, from thy voice, now I hear, if there be no deceit, of life's loneliness and woe, in a muttered moan and whine.
Has anyone, shattered as I, e'er crossed swords with thee? What plays havoc with thy nerves, cuts to my bone - marrow, alike.
(Nachdichtung: Derek Donaldson)
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