You were always,

the favourite son.

I was two,

you were one.

The golden apple of their eye,

Don’t think iv,e never wondered why.

You always take without asking,

and never pay your way.

It must feel nice,

to have no guilt.

But soon,

You,ll have to pay.

The ignorance you,

place on others.

Why are you hating me?,

don’t you know we’re brothers.

Why can’t you let me be?.

But we know,

your time is coming.

that your pride is due to fall.

These are the seeds,

you have sown.

How could you have known,

at all?.

I know the truth will come out in the end,

and won’t that be fun?.

When you finally realise to yourself,

that i was always.

Number one.