An Epigraph To Anthoria Poem by anthony, tony chabaputa

Into your clean-handed life i commit all esteem and bestowment,
My most thoroughgoing aristocrat and acquiescent child of exceptional home run.
Your prestigious form and chain of hereditary,
Are but a section of my lionized line of ancestry.
In the mode betokened, and only in the mode betokened,
will our family continue to be ours,
and our human qualities to be attributed to our groundbreaking clan.
Anthouria, my fire scrapper and substantial avenger!
Your father senses such pride when your flesh and nous are at one with the Holy Ghost and with God.
This blood! which knows no circumscribes within itself,
Mightiness, is the ancestral name it has long been given.
Whatsoever ill things our roots could have been excoriated for,
I have prayed that may their souls rest in peace and all their marks of Cain be forgiven.
Dutiful child of mine,
Faithful child of God,
Now is your time to enter the initiation in which our primary social group is dedicated to its final cause.
Hence, you will have to face the realism that your father,
At some full stop, may have to give-up the ghost.
in the beginning, the thing you did best was screaming in Pentecost.
even so, it came as a command by the creator that, you had to receive the sacred ghost.
In this hereness,
It's justest you take my word of precepts that life without a cross is the heaviest cross of all.
In your time of life when you were still an infant,
My word, and my only word to you was, 'your intelligence and general knowingness must bring you loftiness'.
In the trait of your adulthood, my words to you are:
'Keep the spirit that enables you to face danger and infliction without showing fear, '
Make the family tree grow and burgeon forth and bring home the bacon.
And bring to your begetter the silver and gold even from the hold of a dragon.