Setting Up THE BROTHERS

Loving entity is me.  You are a crew who tends to appear in two.  Alone you are a knife to remember.  I speak of you when the streets have no name.  There is enough blood in me, that you should have known to stay away, especially in Muncie.  My tongue is not a satisfaction of sex play and then elite Shi ite Fatwah.  I do try to prop you up in my memory and reality as cool and pleasant "human beings."  I know that the land slides because of you and a sinkhole may be every house you have.  I wish I could speak highly of all of you, but there is someone better and greater than any smile or handshake you could offer me.  He may be here or there, but you will not be at his knees.  You will be lucky to be at his feet as he kicks you in the jaw and face.  Betrayel every day.  He now has no chance to not be.  Lick it up, buttercups.  The top now sees your avarice, greed, and constant sexual violation.  Chivalry does not exists.  I now create a cloud 8, where men can try with their eagle eye.  I will walk and not run.  I am the gun to be a mighty wind that blows you out to sea.  After eons of suffering you will all appear diseased.  HE needs your grey to beat and chop until his head is clear.  Look in my eye, it is dry.  It is time for you to TRY to come my way.  I think that we three have you beat as just a small task of the day.  All will now be labelled gay.