Two righteous men of God mock with all
Their might at one asserting himself
For the first and very last time of his life.
All men become fools in junior high locker rooms,
Especially those who think the Lord's on their side
In a basketball game, too young to realize
he doesn't really give a shit.
Brotherly love becomes a brotherly shove
And a slow but solid fist to the face.
He was the one to turn the other cheek
Without crying foul but still crying out,
Bleeding from front to back on his knees.
The keys to the kingdom were lost that day
When the janitor swept up what doesn't exist.
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