Diametrically opposed
Two enemies disposed
Thorns without the rose
Conflict that they chose
Not seeing eye to eye
Rather they should die
Then see the other cry
Asking never why
They shared a common blood
Born from clay and mud
Yet they argued over god
Neither spared the rod
When fighting with each other
He knew not that he was his brother
Yet they were from the same mother
Kept hidden from one another
So they fought and fought
Until a common cold they caught
Forgetting what they sought
together they did rot
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