If my account was red,
Would you stay by me,
Till my healing begins?
Or would you go away,
Find another way,
Seek help from others,
And forget my very name.
Honestly,
I don't care which is which,
For my brother will stand by me,
Even when the sky falls down.
I trust no one,
But I trust him,
The way I trust no other.
Many have lied to me,
Never has he.
If my sights go blurry,
Would you mock me?
Call me blind bat and other names?
I don't care what you do really,
As long as my brother is by me,
The world can burn to nothingness.
For out of the ashes of the flames,
We'll rise,
Together.
I don't care what you take this as,
But I know my brother would never judge me,
Never have a cause to pull me down.
So, do that which you want to,
I'll just do me.
I don't care either ways.
As long as you're not him,
Your opinion counts half of what you think it does.
Because in my lowest point in life,
He was my anchor,
My pillar,
My strength and fortress.
So today I appreciate him,
The one who speaks,
And demons bow.
A prodigy,
A legend.
Dan Odin.
Brother.
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