Looks like you´re safe, but at what price?

Living with your fathers shadows on your back. Always in tune with the blood shed by your blood. Keeping your brother´s blood from being spilled offering yours in turn. Feel a millenium on your shoulders, a world raped by the same greed that brought you to life.

That guilt isn´t yours. It´s not yours to pay. But it´s yours to change the path, switch lanes, plant a life tree in the puddles our fathers made.