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The Children

The Children They have the eyes of two messengers of the Gods Human child’s but other world spirits. I was captured instantly; And I now live to serve their best interests. There is so little I might do; I am not a servant of the home. Dwelling on the outer limits; I am much like the drifter willing to work. I saw the offer to make acquaintances; There are no resistances within me. There is only my desire; And my helpless need to please. Love races through my heart; But purpose drives me forward. They seem the culmination of all before; They Are Coleman and Nathan; The Grandchildren

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