The eery sight its grounds behold.
None victoriously noble.
All those who fought have now gone cold.
Brothers became arch-enemies
Self-righteous, closing open doors
Unforgiving and impatient
Fought their battles, forgetting wars
One darkly bore an evil sneer
Found the opportune flame to tend
Fraternal wrath he did cajole
Their bond, the brothers would not amend
I have no time for civil wars
No room for selfish, spiteful kin
If legions spar among themselves
They'll die before the feuds begin
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