Three would be. Three to see. Two to lead. One to feel it all for all and not let go. Another would be the one to know her heart like no others. The third would be their child of God in Heaven. That is the fact. It was a pact. I made the offer and they claimed my altar. There was no fault for all come apart. It was a game that led her to the shame. That made her start to create all The Art. It showed her friend all the ways to mend. They hid in fear for what she made them hear. Sounds of the way which taught of how he’d play. He was a boy and she would be his toy.
