Can a flesh and blood woman a goddess become
In a less brutal world safe from ever burning
For commission of consciousness? As any man
With enough dick supporting his exclusive plan
Becomes god-like in essence, it is an odd thing
That our God has an ego. Where did that come from?

Where spiritual processes were most widespread
Across Europe, eradication took its toll.
Organized religion and the crimes it commits
Punctuate human history. Who benefits
But the men in authority having control
Over lives by inflicting accusative dread?

  Devil women are troublesome. What they impose
Upon civil society is perception
And a deep understanding of how people feel.
Until we achieve balance we are not ideal
As a first world excuse for a world class nation.
Dominance of the masculine anyone knows.

But new changes are coming. As cycles repeat,
This one has had a long run and has reached its end.
Women who were called witches are women today
As they were through mass murder. Now they pave the way
To a much brighter future. They are a godsend.
No longer will our puzzle remain incomplete.

Providing muchly needed assistance, you choose
Assignments in which you can be at your darned best.
Spirited and attractive, you enlist allies
With your warm heart and confidence. Petite in size,
Conquering challenges is to you no contest.
You’ve been gifted by nature to charm and enthuse.

Your concern for appearance may be a bit much
But you make up for that by not being shallow.
Eager to impress you are the ones that you know
From loved ones to your colleagues. The cause of your glow
Is the love pouring through you. Indeed it does show.
Things become a lot better because of your touch.

With a taste for adventure, you take special pride
In the work that you’re doing. Your sense of duty
Is as strong as a soldier’s. The care that you take
Orchestrating your rescues is nothing to shake
Any stick at. Your courage others clearly see,
And they’re fully empowered with you as their guide.

So, you are quite a lady, as young as you are.
Royalty is your essence. In elegant style,
You’re a true superhero. The gift you bestow
Upon young human ladies is that they must go
For the freedom God gave them to voice their denial
Of sclerotic old systems that have gone too far.

What is known as heretical is to believe
In reality rather than male fairy tales.
Temples, churches, and synagogues lead all astray
By insisting that women have weak roles to play
In the scheme of existence. The fiction prevails.
We know not of divinity so we deceive.

Revenge served through deception for eons of years
Is the wave of oppression transmitted worldwide.
When programmed not to question the slightest of bull,
Consciousness on the large scale is injected full
Of contempt for the feminine to boost male pride.
Threats of psychic damnation exacerbate fears.

 Man emerges from woman and not the reverse.
Holy books are a menace to natural law
And perverse in their imagery. Faith that is blind
Is the hostage of sanity and when combined
With the need for ‘salvation,’ in hope we withdraw
To the alien conscience as life becomes worse.

What man brings to the table woman puts to use
To perform her pure magic. This act is divine!
But she’s called the receptacle of the man’s seed
Which is not gold but data spewed out of raw need
To connect with the woman… or else, sit and whine.
Woman Is The Damned Table able to produce.

Women’s voices bear wisdom. That they should be heard
Without question or scrutiny just as are men
Is the issue evolved over eons of time.
Women do as most men do, but then it’s a crime.
We excel at technology but we must then
Take the leap toward enlightenment. It’s been deferred.

To be treated as children is not half the crime
Perpetrated on half of the human genome.
It’s a death blow to growth and an insult to be
Of the most sacred feminine. What we now see
Is the subtle emergence from fear back to home.
It’s a shame that this has taken such a long time.

Women tend to be steadfast, more one with the earth,
And less prone to snap judgements that are ego based.
We’re in great need of balance and meaningful change.
Only women provide that. How can this sound strange
Since our trust in the kingdom is clearly misplaced?
That which nature respects more is given more worth.

Praise, and Long Live The Queendom! She stands in the sea
With a blindfold and scales and a message of love
To oppressed, huddled masses… indeed, to us all.
In this garden of Eden, the only great fall
Is man’s satanic fantasy. Yet far above
What’s been kept underfoot is the will to get free.

When and how to use force are the questions to ask
Among so many others before waging war.
We’d prefer conversation and working things out
Yet throughout all our history there’s little doubt
That we are prone to fight and to even the score.
When it comes to destruction we’re up to the task.

Have there been female generals in the wars past?
Who knows how they would fight and what harm they could do?
There are some of a fortunate few who could tell
Of the hell they went through that we cannot know well.
We know only of fighting men. Women, we view,
As still much less than lethal and of lower caste.

Women have been in office, but playing the game
On a man’s world stage and with the rules now in place
Is a leadership lacking in human resolve.
We can remain one-sided in how we evolve
But our old ways embellish our racial disgrace.
When women define power things won’t be the same.