Owen Hart

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Do I live in the shadow of my older brother?

Everything that is left of me, 

will there even be a legacy

from this dynasty, this family?

When I am gone will you love me for my mischief?

Take everything left of me to the forge, forgive nor forget

I have not denied my part   

wear the anvil down, until all arms against me are dogged

as I blaze into the drippings of a molten heart

no increment belongs to me, from the end around to the start

when I am gone throw all of my negativity over the edge, and let everybody know

love is all I want to leave behind, it's all downhill all the time, so look out below.