two brothers   the walking dead   pray for silence the   said   one shot to the sky   the other held down   by disguise      sex for an angry man   to whores they can count   on him   0ne made of paper   the other glass   one will tear   the other crashed      oh god, was i that man up   on a cross   made of steel   stuck on my wall cold and   thin   who watched me die   and did not care      miles to go before i sleep      the inside marched on   parade to the outside   where no one came   what was there,   it scorched the vround   the other made no sound