(Verse 1) Dim light cuts through the heavy haze, A back room bar on a smoky day Two brothers sit, their faces grim, Words like daggers, sharp and thin. (Verse 2) "You owe me blood," One brother spat, "For secrets kept, when deals went bad." The other sighed, a rasping sound, "Those debts are dust, beneath the ground." (Verse 3) "That blood's on you," the first man roared, "Not every drop, can be ignored." He sprang across the table's space, Fury etched upon his face. (Verse 4) He didn't budge, he didn't twitch, Just smiled with his eyebrow slightly pitched. "Think that scares me?" his voice then soard. "There's worse than death living with yours!" (Verse 5) The brothers charged, a sudden crash, The table splintered into ash. One grabbed the others throat, His final words, a choking note. (Verse 6) A glint of steel, a sudden gleam, As if caught in a fever dream. He pulled a knife, he'd hid from sight. Then plunged it deep with all his might. (Verse 7) A scream erupted, with the kill, Another life, began to spill. In his eyes, no fear, no dread, Just a brothers love, and then dropped dead.
