Blood’s thicker than water.
A ‘V’ for Vendetta,
If any were to ‘runneth’ over.
Sibling feuding subsides,
Eyes are dried as,
The belly of the beast rolls over in submission.
Fist fights in a blink of an eye become,
Nothing more than a memory of augmented vision.
Does the man make the family,
Or does the family make the man?