Blood first
Crimson in all its glory
A seed that has been watered,
over the plant just found,-
Anyday
The sprout that has been nurtured,
over the stem that was growing anyways
Blood First
The child that you first held,
over the one who just needed help,-
Always.
Look into that child's eyes and see your reflection
Gaze into mine and makeout the shadow of a man long gone.
Familiar yet foreign,
For no part of me is yours.
Though I may dub thee
Though you may claim to claim me,-
The truth remains,
Blood First
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