When thick blood relates with water,
the avatar becomes a tree.
The salty sea can pain the scar
it is by far the stinging bee.
Family can own a black sheep,
a type of heap that blocks a van.
Whoever ran tongues that can skip
can also weep as a failed man.
Blood is too strong to compete with,
its not a myth, it ties for long.
Trust is not wrong, its a strong scythe,
it has no width, its a true song.