A Cup Of Bitches’ Brew

Shall these utters hit thy ears with Bliss

Thy understand we both get pissed

Leaving reflections upon one another with such friction

Yet realigning with intensity such a cosmic type addiction

She fill thee with such harmony of heavenly interior

Made centuries of mankind bow to there knees inferior

There’s none superior of thy Great Mother

Internal, External they are both covered

Her energy increases the electromagnetic forcefield making everything a big deal

Making everything unreal and real with appeal

She tells ye how to feel yet externally gives ye thy real spill

A supernatural natural actual factual that shall always be concealed

Further examining of thy Physical shall inform ye of what thy revealed

THE WOMBMAN
Can’t live with her can’t live with out her is very true

Without spirit which is thy cosmic fabric of thy Great Mother that ass is threw

The Feminine Energy

Not just a woman in one form

For she keeps ye nice and warm during a life storm

Thy very thinking is enhanced

Right side of thy brain coagulates with thy left to dance

Patience is a muthphuckin’ virtue when ye tries to pursue

Pleeeease……. Another round of that Bitches Brew

M.a.R.a.N.a.T.e

© 2019 Maranate

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