The farmer begins his day
On the first day of this earth
He sows seed inside her lustful
virgin body
She flows like a singing river
From the womb of God's creation.
He sees her on a magic mirror
With a different image
He sees her like rain and pregnant cloud.
The creator creates him
To keep His creation lively and green
The farmer keeps on tilling
Inside her virgin body
From the first day of creation of
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