Like an emerald trapped beaneath layers of time, she brings forth the goddess energy.


Seeking only to experience love.


The experience shown to her through the metamorphosis of her body,

manifest destiny, harness of time - taming the flame of her lust, binding her satisfaction to a cord of control.


Her majestic perfection kneading the hearts of their anger, subduing the darkness with her flame Of compassion.


Mother Gaia, our ecstacy

Flowing through the universe

Keeping our hope.



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If I metamorphosed

I DOUBT A BUTTERFLY WOULD EMERGE - a book maybe or a keyboard. :D