Cry of the Crazy

My mind is troubled with something or another
Desperately longing for the return of my brother,
And fearful that when I gaze into the skies
My throat will be cut by the man with black eyes.
I only know of two that could possibly save me
My brother, and, of course, the God that created me.
But wasn't I left behind
By that brother of mine?
And God just doesn't seem to have the time.
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Please don't take this too seriously! I have no clue where most of this came from. I had planned to write about my mind being a bit disturbed, but this wrote itself.