I DREW THIS FEATHER AS A FORM OF MYSTIC POWER, TO ACTUALLY WORK IN THE ESCAPING OF THE DEBRI OF THIS MASS DESTRUCTION OF MY CIRCUMFERENCE
IF IT ACTUALLY WORKS WILL THIS MAKE ME A SORCERER
HOLDING ONE ANKH IN MY RIGHT HAND AND ONE IN MY LEFT
IN THE PICTURE IT LOOKS LIKE I'M SMILING, BUT IM JUST HOLDING IN MY BREATH
I MEAN WHAT CAN I SAY BESIDES I WANT TO LEAVE THIS PLACE
I'M MEDITATED ON BEING HAPPY, LIKE A MARTIAN I AM GREEN AT THE FACE
WAR PAINT MADE OF VEGES AND HERBS; I'M STRIKING HEAVY BLOWS INTO THE WIND
CHANTING SOUNDS OF ENCHANTMENT
NO-ONE TAUGHT ME THIS; WELL-ENDOWED, I'M A WARRIOR OF MY OWN TRIBE- I STAND ALONE
YET THE MOST-HIGH IS OVER MY SHOULDERS AS IF I AM HIS OWN
IN MY SONG I CHANT TOMORROW WILL NEVER BE THE SAME
IN MY DANCE I BRING FLASHES OF LIGHTENING; AND ROARING THUNDER THAT WELCOMES IN THE RAIN
IN MY DREAMS I WHERE I A RING, SHEN OF MY TRAVELS....KEEPING ME SAFE AND UNSEEN FOR I AM A SEER, YET OVERSEEN
BY HE THAT GIVES CHARGE TO THE ROARING THUNDER.... BY HE WHO ALLOWS THE FLASHES OF LIGHT AS A HEALING TO THE BLIND AND TO THOSE WHO FEEL DARK PAIN
TRYING TO ESCAPE.... NO TWIST NOR THE CROSS, EVERYTHINGS STRAIGHT UP LIKE RISEN WATERS.... I'M COUNTING ON MY SHIPS RETURN, THEY'RE BEARING TREASURES OF LIFE....
WINGS OF A KING.... I AM SEER
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