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Raising A Tribe - Part One

Eve, this land is already populated, peopled by persons who seem like us, although diffetent too, like seasons in soul, divergent in their dreams for dynasty, they have dialects from a depth of Dawn that awoke long before we arrived to thrive here, customs peculiar as shapes to stones, Father never spoke of these klans who strive to survive outside the mercy of His gaurded garden, competitive as clouds in a shrunken sky, I met a merchant, a servant to trade, he told of banners and blood, laws and legacies cultures savage and cities of crime, gleamed from telling stories of wealth and wonder, said they worship their Gods more ways than gold folds, consider what we have encountered Luv, will our children slay or be slain, war or work love or get lost in conquest, you, as a Woman of God's glorious gambit have a harvest of futurity's face in the balance, will you deliver the destiny of our union into this drama... By Poet - Adam/J.A.B.

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