I Think ( I see the Lash -- Oh does it Hurt
Like Philosophy Doused in White Ashes?
Or
-- how a Woman reaches her Adulthood
Graced by her Ancestors Languages Gaans.
TURN TURN AROUND. Saint Jerome has Spoken.
Pi is Precision of PEACE and SEASON.
Translated to Christian this means Awe, God.
"Your Creation Divine your Sacred Looms.
They paint the Horizon with Dreams Lord
Great Spirit Almighty, God of the Heavens
Gives All Forms Plus Absolute Arrow ONE
That Divides the Sacred from the Profane.
THat without Peasant Traditions or TONE.
WhY Do I ask ANymore? Why REFRAIN?
Because CHILDREN are SACRED Professor!
The Grave Schools came to take them from Ussen
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