The Other Half Of The Sky

THE MOON

They’ve stolen our Goddess,

And gave us bulimic,

Photo shopped vomit,

Of run way models,

That mimic,

What women should be,

Anorexic and sick,

Young heroin addicts,

But hey,

It’s all just show biz,

As she strips naked to star in a flick.

 

The feminine aspect,

A church whore now,

Putting out,

To a mass produced,

And traumatized,

Mankind.

Our strength,

Comes from,

From The Mother Divine,

You can not suppress her,

Erase or deface her,

She’ll come back stronger,

As spirit into matter,

Manifesting,

A perfectly,

Well deserved storm.

 

Instead of of ‘Our Father’,

It should be ‘Our Mother’,

She’s the true art,

Falling from heaven,

And everything here,

Is coming from Her,

And as quickly can all disappear.

 

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