What canard this
Humanity doth speak.
Trapped in Time's wheel,
Future, history, seek.
Brothers born,
Of flesh and blood.
Become, ash and dust,
Swamps and mud.
In Father's name,
Worship, kneel and pray.
Without holy halls,
Each doth stray.
Both meant to stand,
Brothers, side by side.
Prevarications, deceit,
Comes changing tide.
Put trust in brother,
Not trickery, Judas' kiss.
As future come to past,
That brother you'll miss.