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Goddess of time (a collaboration with dragonyear)
I am a goddess a beauty indeed
But by nature taciturn, though speaking very well in the proper time and place
My ability to see the future has gotten me in trouble a time or two
Only because my visions are muddled and obscure before the predicted event, but they often become crystal clear after the event has occurred.
People shy away from me because of my curse
But I must tell the world of my latest vision
It's crucial and everyone must prepare
I will adorn my best attire and first reach the men
they can't escape my beauty they will listen to me even if I have to perk up my breasts
I thin into a trance
It begins in the end
Where the world has become a jagged factory
Buildings stabbing the sky as quills
The land broken up by rivers of liquid rust
The art of the oracle is to weave the web in reverse
As visions fly by the sensations often rim out with pleasure to my senses
Nubile body gleaming spiritual sensuality
On the crests of searching through time
A town of families depend on the revelation
Dipping into the waves of the ritual
So fluid the craft swelling with feminine nectar
I whisper in forked tongue
"Now is the time"
But by nature taciturn, though speaking very well in the proper time and place
My ability to see the future has gotten me in trouble a time or two
Only because my visions are muddled and obscure before the predicted event, but they often become crystal clear after the event has occurred.
People shy away from me because of my curse
But I must tell the world of my latest vision
It's crucial and everyone must prepare
I will adorn my best attire and first reach the men
they can't escape my beauty they will listen to me even if I have to perk up my breasts
I thin into a trance
It begins in the end
Where the world has become a jagged factory
Buildings stabbing the sky as quills
The land broken up by rivers of liquid rust
The art of the oracle is to weave the web in reverse
As visions fly by the sensations often rim out with pleasure to my senses
Nubile body gleaming spiritual sensuality
On the crests of searching through time
A town of families depend on the revelation
Dipping into the waves of the ritual
So fluid the craft swelling with feminine nectar
I whisper in forked tongue
"Now is the time"
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