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Born of the essecence, sent from above, embodied by the perfections, made of simply love. Close only to heaven, sent from the creator, no one or none greater, Only to be redeemed, and return to him later. The world may entice, and sometimes corrupt, just remember your mission, no matter the temptation, and the rest of that stuff. We all are his children, born of his image and breath, preservation of his other creations, and wisdom with a sense of self. Human is what they call us, and that is all we can be, but I prefer to call you brethern, perfect or not, I claim thee.