I am the mighty rooster with a purple peacock mane.I am the mighty cock with a flowing lion’s tail.
I am the king of the jungle, although you think me queen.
I laid an egg, so, it is said, that I am she.
She is lovely,
She is wise,
She is loved,
She is despised.
She is black with skin of white; she is pure of sin’s delight.
Her empty fullness makes her puke.
Her spinning goldness makes you full you are so full you wanna puke in her so she can be like me
But me is he I am not she who makes you overflow I am she am full of he who makes me me
She’ll cast her spell
You sing so well.
She’ll make you sing and sing.
You think you seek, but you are found.
Were blind, but now you see.
I am the story, not the teller. I am the breezes, not the sea.
I am the smell, I’m not the flower. I am the minute, not the hour.
I am the truth that will be told. My story, me, and you the mind
That makes the universe unwind into the vapor of breath from God’s own nostril into mine
I am the music not the mouth
I am the pound I’m not the ounce
I am the feather not the weight
I am the gold I’m not the gate
I am the spell I’m not the sprite
I am filth I’m not refined
I am the story not the teller I am the breezes not the sea
I am the smell I’m not the flower I am the minute not the hour
I am the truth that will be told. My story, me, and you the mind
That makes the universe unwind into the vapor of breath from God’s own nostril into mine
She’ll cast her spell
You sing so well.
She’ll make you sing and sing.
You think you seek, but you are found.
Were blind, but now you see.
Her spinning goldness makes you bust.
You are so full you wanna puke
In her, so she can be…like me.
But me is he.
I am not she
who makes you overflow.
I am she,
am full of he
who makes me me.
Her empty fullness makes her puke.
She is black with skin of white; she is pure of sin’s delight.
She is lovely,
She is wise,
She is loved,
She is despised.
I laid an egg, so, it is said, that I am she.
I am the king of the jungle, although you think me queen.
I am the mighty cock with a flowing lion’s tail.
I am the mighty rooster with a purple peacock mane.
I am the king of the jungle, although you think me queen.
I am the king.
I make you sing and sing.
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