Chapter Sixty-Two: "Slasher"

Jealous,
How Long Has It Been,
Last Visited The Cafeteria,
Years It Seems.

A Steady Tone In Voice,
Made Jealous,
All The Boys.

Kick Ass Attitude,
Taking Names,
Did You Cry For Her?

She Cried For Us,
Her Tears Covered The Floor,
Covered In Mud.

What Was It?
Where You That Worried,
Not Having A Sister,
Buried?

Cassandra,
Just Like The Blue Moon's Anna,
With The Simple Distinction,
Just Like You To Him,
She Was The Other's Contradiction.

And So You Kept The Charade Going,
A Somewhat Hypothetical Showing.

Leave Her To Rest, Brother,
Don't Unearth Pain On The Other.

Unless That Is Part Of Your Plan,
She Was Always More Than,
Like A Sidekick To Batman.

You Were The Oldest,
She Was The Modest,
And You Carried On Her Torch,
In Hopes One Day She Would Emerge.

I Suggest To Leave Her Be,
There Is No Room Beyond The Three.
And In This War,
You Don't Want The Slasher,
Lest You Become A Cadaver.

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