Mouth

I am the boss

With two servants of mine,

I speak for the heart and utter for the soul,
Don’t try looking for me,

I’m invincible,but I act.

 I could go rogue and be soft

I’m a gateway to body’s energy

Refusing and accepting, 

According to its desire.
My white soldiers, 

I’m proud of y’all,

You keep growing until you’re 32 in number.
Yes, after me; mr red

My assistant, active and tall

What creation don’t need us

No one, they say.

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