Conflict of family ties continues after death. This is the story of two brothers who grew so far apart there would be no bringing them together until death.
Different winds strike our faces
Opposing roads we choose.
Tripping over others’ laces,
There is so much to lose.
Blinded by what we cannot see,
Wounded by the others sword.
We strive for what we think should be,
And create a mighty fiord.
Perhaps too late to learn a rule,
Too stubborn to dwell deep.
Things that we create are cruel,
And to the grave we keep.
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