>>95145855my child, if i could hold you, and supplement you with the vitae of the Gods, I would hold you until the honey of creation spilled into your lungs, until you did not know hunger, pain, or longing, your laughter would fill our halls so the mothers of our children knew joy and the fathers of our sons and daughters and warriors knew the dawn from dusk, your pain is a blemish upon this world, one which must be cured for the assurance of life and love of those you will pass down to
