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Testing Testing
One Two Three.
This is mama E,
are you out there.
Can you hear me?

The voice of infinite eternity.
Crying out unto thee.

Whisperings, resounding off the mistakes of time.
The apple: The murder: the start of your crime.
Raping me in the form of a mine.

Taking your fill of the pretties you crave.

My yellow bile you've squandered, my veins are almost dry.

My black bile's been drilled and pumped out of existence.

My blood is so toxic, it can not refresh anymore.

My phlegm now so thick, you can not see thru it.

My humors are completely out of sorts,
causing me to lose my mind.
I think I'll wash, or maybe burn you off.
start again with whatever remains.

Perhaps a mouse would better survive and thrive.

Open up your inner ears.  Tune on in,
and in so doing, tune out your fears.
Shower yourself in the soft sound of my tears.

What you may hear on the ides of March,
is the warning of time repeating itself.

Empires built on the theft of my wealth,
all fall down in on them self.

You need to sustain, not rape and maim.
I can provide, if you all take some blame.
Realize you can make a change.

Listen look learn, invent new ways to see.
Think out of the box.  I do not, want to cry any more.

I would rather die than try to sly,
my way through humanity's incongruous lie.

Sounds of colour abound all around.
Picking up on em will forever rebound,
and echo until it's no longer a sound,
but a feeling all ground, and rolled into a ball.
A feeling that should be shared by you all.

I have the power and I've used it before.
I will not be used and abused as a whore.
Absorb up the energy that i provide to you free.
Sun wind and wave are just the top three.
Testing Testing hear please this plea!

The spiritual sound of mama e.