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Kings and Common Men

Angelic giggles from thine own bone, and blood waiting innocently on her father, the leader of men he was just daddy to she, his greatest accomplishment a child of privilege not in material desires, but in the love of her one great pride Through her life other men will come some brave warriors of mind, body, and soul few will come to deceive however, the one thing in her life guaranteed is the blessing from the Lord for his gift to them both For when her father, of blood, bone, and flesh draws his final breath he will have known true victory, that brought peace she will know the one, and only man to love her unconditionally In the warmth of his blood he is a man to worldly life and the king to his very own seed, he helped conceive by blood of his brow, upon his death be it a short, or lengthy process his greatest contribution to this world is, love As years pass after this great man's death be he king, or common man his character is passed on he may smile as he nears eternal slumber with God he has left his true mark on this world through his flesh, and blood Loving, teaching, caring, in the creation of his own no regrets as he rest his head on any night he passes knowing truth, and respect in himself, and she to be carried on by many generations after they are both dead, and gone, resting in everlasting arms
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