The Royal Daughter
Blessed' be the earth,
underneath the dirt
running to the core
truth and understanding easing the
sores
transported to higher levels of
awareness
with other worldly knowing.
Stars patterns trace the back of our
brains
in the name of the sun and royal
daughter
stopping at no falter,
born into a mankind that caged her
spat upon her and enraged her.
charging.
rearranging order into a chaos that
feeds us laughter.
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