Movement of the Word, World
movement of the word "world"
a center of religion
I am its goddess, a goddess of redemption
peering over my soul bounty I see
what appears to be a pillar of Souls all
wrapped up into a spider web
I see many things In a quiet revolution
I write them down
I have never known a man or woman alive
that could persevere me without being in renown
my "civil liberties" are to debate myself
to antagonize growth hormones, and flower
Like a rose petal, I see you through to the end
but like the goddess of forever, I am only a vixen-- a man, yet a woman
incarnate.
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