My brother Esau killed a hunter
Back in 1969
And before the killing was done
His inheritance was mine;
But his birthright was a wand to wave
Before a weary band.
Esau gave me sleeplessness
And a piece of moral land.
My father favored Esau,
Who was eager to obey
All the bloody, wild commandments
The Old Man shot his way;
But all this favor ended
When my brother failed at war.
He staggered home
And found me in the door.
Esau skates on mirrors anymore,
He meets his pale reflection at the door.
Yet sometimes at night I dream
He's still that hairy man,
Shadowboxing the apocalypse
And wandering the land.
Esau holds a blessing,
Brother Esau bears a curse;
I would say that the blame is mine,
But I suspect it's something worse.
The more my brother looks like me,
The less I understand
The silent war that bloodied both our hands.
Sometimes at night, I think I understand.
It's brother to brother and it's man to man,
And it's face to face and it's handed to hand;
We shadowdance the silent war within,
The shadowdance, it never ends.
Never ends, never ends.
Shadowboxing the apocalypse yet again;
Shadowboxing the apocalypse and wandering the land.
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