two brothers the walking dead pray for silence the said one shot to the sky the other held down by disguise s** for an angry man to who*es they can count on him 0ne made of paper the other gla** one will tear the other crashed oh god, was i that man up on a cross made of steel stuck on my wall cold and thin who watched me die and did not care miles to go before i sleep the inside marched on parade to the outside where no one came what was there, it scorched the vround the other made no sound