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Forever watching

Their eyes stared down

A testament to birth.

Protective and destructive

In equal measure

Relentlessly they suckle

A life-force nurturing design,

As their own children

Blessed by one hand yet

Cursed by another

Grow wearied by

A vision tinged, blighted

An objective subjectivism,

A dichotomy of ideals,

A face that turns ceaselessly,

Un-cast, unsettled

A deeper soul unseen

Hidden always beneath

The mask bequeathed

By birth.