How many girl/boys lose their innocence in this world for reasons best known to the taker of that gift from God???
She was the girl who was born from me
But not the one who was meant to be.
She was the girl born from her father,
I was just an accidental mother.
But she is the girl who has got my green eyes,
But not the greatest of energy ties.
I am not the real mother you see,
She was just a soul that was born out of me.
I am trying to tell the father,
That I am by far not the mother.
That was when I really met HIM,
And he game me one of scheme.
That was when he became husband father,
And I went to the webs and to become a mother.
We began sleeping with each other you see,
Enacting the Land of Mystery.
It was the script that was meant for my child,
The little girl who was meek and mild.
That was the girl who was the lonely flower,
Who was always waiting for the motherly shower.
But then I went and cursed her you see,
And god then took her away from me.
Then I went to read the Land of Mystery,
And realised that the script wasn’t meant for me.
It was meant for another child Star,
Whose husband was a real fast car.
He was the one who became the Stranger you see,
And I went and enacted the and of Mystery.
For I am the child the lonely daughter,
The one who was denied the love of a mother.
I came to Hermes for that fatherly advice,
And he told me about his energy ties.
But what I found was that he told me lies,
And that is why you felt my cries.
As he took from me my virginity,
And then went online and wrote about me.
Then went and gave a rose to me,
And that really killed me instantly.
For I had gone and slept with my father,
The man who was now sleeping with my mother.
For I am the daughter of Ameena,
Who was the woman called Amen Ra.
I am not the one in the picture you see,
But it is someone who looks like me.
For I am the carbon copy of my mother,
And I am the one who was searchng for my father.
Then one day I chanced upon you too,
And I came to say I love you too.
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