Numi – "Say Everything!"

At first consent, conception was three times hence. Consequence and sacrifice became a fact of daily life. For the one too young, not quite ready for more work and responsibility, being fresh even still in their own nest. As for the other, none the wiser, their morals and self-respect cut from an inferior cloth fiber. Legitimized if even for a little while, ultimately bastardized broken little hearts learn to use questions like “Why”, and “What Happened”, as pulmonary weapons aimed at that soft spot of mine.  From that moment forward all that matters is for me to stay The Line.

Remember, blood does not time spoil. I can’t fix or change the mistakes in life I made. But I know one thing; only, I will take them with me to my grave whether it’s above or below. The Line won’t pay for my haste and immaturity. In fact, they will become for me like blood royalty! The more I can do for them and the better off they are, makes living with the guilt a lot like other everyday things we do that leave behind some sort of residue or waste that needs to be collected and disposed of for the exception of guilt’s nasty scars.

It was never about me, and I thank God every day! I wouldn’t know what to do if it were, I’m here to serve The Line and they, to occupy my time. I’m here to cater to the fortunate and never decline a request for help. Go above and beyond everyday at The Lines request. Leave a legacy, spoken of over tea in the highest of regards. I will be one never challenged later in The Line after me, a martyr for those in The Line yet here to be, hearing the occasional story of my hard work and generosity. In that future I will never get to see, a picture on the mantle will have to serve as my proxy.

No matter what obstacles he or they may maliciously endeavor to place in The Lines pathway, any diversion from its purpose. I will do what I must to keep The Line close to me, under my wing and at bay from the enemy. Reputations never soiled, remember, blood does not time spoil.

No matter how kind you feel the deed, rely not on how deeply you feel the seed of spiritual bonding has been laid.  If your luck may be so bad as to have it and yourself faced with being the subject of a decision in which the blood and seed are to be weighed against each other for right of way.

Be prepared for what can and sometimes often is likely to be. The seed will grow a strong healthy vine with deep roots anchored in fertile soil. Years in passing the vine caught in deaths toil in an endless cycle, finding us on the outs when it’s time to reap what we sow will The Line like the seed be as loyal!

We’ve been so close, the seeds we’ve sown together have turned our relationship into a closely-knit basket weave of strong weathered vines coiled together forever, though it seemed at one time.

I guess maybe there is a possibility that I could have something to do with what weakened The Line, that which could never be done to our blood by any amount of time. Regardless of what you see, or what you think, right or wrong make no attempt to undo what I have done.

Help tow The Line and you are welcome to come along for the ride. Get in the way, well then unfortunately all your years; sweat, money and tears that kept The Line from running too lean even to this day, will prove not at all what in your mind you have made it out to be. Looking back from here are old vague visions of merely a ways to a means, but that was in fact yesterday, what have you done today or at least lately for them or me?

It’s you who have gone all these years astray, you’re the dash in The Line, you broke away. You knew what was what when you walked in and joined. Now you think because you’re going through a “Selfish-Life” crisis you can just take decades of plans and dreams for The Line and casually walk away? With a smile on your face? Sorry, No Way! You set the precedent on your own thirty years ago, of your own free will and accord my dear, if my recollection serves me as well.

No matter 8 or 80 the blood that flows from the razors wake compared in any way, are in no way different in the slightest degree, provided the trace line finds itself coiled in the same family tree. Please I beg you now, as never before I have, please don’t force me to choose, The Line will never lose. The answers might leave you in a state of disbelief, you might have had a chance to walk with me but as chance would have it, you were raised in a dysfunctional family.

The Line goes on. The Line goes straight. The Line does not appreciate. But it is indeed The Line that must prevail and propagate. Forgive me my love for I know now what I must do. Please try and understand I never conspired with intent to harm, disrespect or humiliate you.

However, Stay The Line! Is something I swore an oath to myself would be priority one above all else, yes even you!!

Stay The Line! Is something I take it you’ll understand I just have to do…

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