Children abused under the eyes of God,
how I searched Heaven for help without hope,
if my parents wanted someone to hurt,
leave it to God to bless them with two sons,
different as sun and moon,
someone hurts less,
restless little boys know no better, roll
even, roll odd, the dice decide the man,
nobody said my brother was favorite,
although he ended up with dad's Rolex,
but, then again, he was their first-born son,
unless you love silver, second sucks, sure
second represents on the podium,
even third earns a medal worth keeping,
despite bronze turning green
over the years [...]
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