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The girl with a pentacle forehead,
She sleeps and dreams of Him.
The spiral goddess of a land locked world,
She only wants a place to call home, to dwell;
A place to write, a place to think.
Where sex determined occupation can’t follow,
Where she can be alone with Him.
A moon-lit garden with an uncertain trail;
That they can follow together blindfolded.
The blind trip and fall but are much more aware,
Nothing can be more thrilling than that.
The Eye it watches both things fast and slow,
And appreciates the leaves as they fall.
The Eye it watches both things fast and slow,
And follows the Earth as it spins round.
The pentacle girl walks among the tallest mushrooms,
And she sings through her nose.
The leaves fall in a perfect circle around Him,
And she dances round and round with them;
Bear you soul to none when you cannot bear yourself.
Oh they kiss in leisure, in winter crisp;
A mixture of saliva that will never fail.
Sweet remedy of hatred, it will never last!
Hold in your palm the sun and it is far too soon,
Oh their lips do part in vile, unquenched passion,
And life is frail and gone; be wary of it not.
The Eye it watches both things fast and slow,
And appreciates the leaves as they fall.
The Eye it watches both things fast and slow,
And follows the Earth as it spins round.
He who loves the pentacle girl cries in His sleep,
He is trapped in coldest winter and her in summer green.
Her dream catcher traps His thoughts as they float by,
And through her looking glass she falls into Him.
Life in a spiral of imaginary bliss,
A house of broken cards; their sanctuary to live.
The honest commentary between man and women;
To be so wretched of character, so deceitful in form,
Yet lie in the arms of a pretend lover.
Hate me now, and I’ll forgive it all,
As I am not the same I am different.
The Eye it watches both things fast and slow,
And appreciates the leaves as they fall.
The Eye it watches both things fast and slow,
And follows the Earth as it spins round.
Be unique in your triumphs, heated with passion,
Let your pen run away with your hand close behind,
Learn from the pentacle girl, tears are pure salt.
Have the wisdom of Him, tears feed the soul.
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