First a cousin, then a brother

Both of them sons with a loving mother.

A leader, a fireman, a genius, a thug

One dies by flame, the other by drug.

Bad things always happen in three

Will the next bad thing be silly me?

I thought there was time, something to come

Now all I wish for is a powerful gun.

Let me know what you think.

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