Brother, you look like
Abel, the favored son
Every piece in line
all of you is made of love

It gives you form and weight
and color still in your veins
How did you stand stable
Oh, brother, ever able?
How your hands were blessed
they knew not to transgress
In all things you were sure
And his eyes saw you as pure
He loved you better

Brother, why can't I
be what I try to be?
Is the blood of Cain
the truest part of me?

Running so cold and thin
I must be translucent
I cannot hide my shame
though I try to turn away
Cause there is no deceiving
My gifts will not please him
Is there nothing I can do?
From the start was I doomed?
Am I not lovely in his sight?


from Ancient Mariner, released June 9, 2015



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