If I had to face a million galleons
and face them when I’m cold and alone
that could this take a fatal blow?
A soul that they thought never had a chance to show
But its might cometh like a divine child
growing so strong against the solar winds
that sail from every nuclei-eye of the sky
and cheerlead a valiant but humble mind
If you could have known the beginnings
that the child would look within itself
and bring about soulmate and loved souls
as if everything within mirrored the progression
of a procreation within a point
When words were birds that sounded their lyric
as if already existing in soul and heart
only to be rediscovered at the touch of love
That love is the freedom of the beginning
as it understood the breath of Goddess
that God pledged to never be without
And the million galleons couldn’t turn out
And take this will away from soul
If you can think that all this trouble
could be invalidated by a failure
you would know that child is God
and his dearest souls are at his call
where each is King annointed by God
that no folly of evil should sully
and you have God and Goddess reign
and every rightful King in sight plain
that Dad and Mum were mine to have
and every sibling and pet may stand
besides the truest friends, themselves,
courtiers and Kings. This love is worth
a zillion hands, this love births fecundity…
The profusion of every name of love in felicitation
An ink of gold so indelibly drawn
And they call the name of the divine God
without fear, and with such resolute composure
that evil treachery retracts; and is scorned
and distanced forever and ever more!
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