The Consequence Of Fatricide

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.