Though  we  may  share  blood  you  are  no  brother.

Charm  and  comeliness  but  still  half  a  man,

with  such  naivety  that  we  might  understand

-  what  trait  captures  father's  love,  young  one?

Come  tell.

Come  feel  these  talons  pierce  your  skin  and  scrape  upon  the  bone.

Now  watch  these  jaws  devouring  the  corpse  you  have  become.

Murderous;

the  lot  of  us

have  seen  the  misdeed  through

Oh  we'd  be  damned  if  father  knew

we'd  become  the  slayers  of  a  son.

Withhold  the  bones,

your  tongues,

and  hear  me,  brothers.

I've  felt  the  touch  that  will  spill  us  of  our  guts.

When  the  grips  of  nausea  uncovers  our  perjury

we'll  reveal  the  answers,  both  of  who  and  of  what.

Why  did  you  love  him,  as  though  he  was  one?

You  are  our  father,  and  we  your  sons.

All  murderous

the  lot  of  us;

revive  your  cherished  heir.

If  we  had  at  our  way  he'd  been  decayed  in  abdomens,

that  boy  stole  from  death,

Ahoeitu,  future  king  of  those  left,

would  never  have  seen  us  condemned.