posted on Sep, 3 2012 @ 10:20 AM
Did I bear the woman up ? Where will she find truth like my truth ? For me I said to her - you 'll be surely _not be hit - let alone twice, as I
dusted her off as new forever . Neither was she ungrateful - nor would the whore have a future . She'd be hit twice , and not even complain . The led
with lies , double truths, left everyone confused ..
Much as the publican's puke .
Are you bearing her - your shining beacon ? For against the sea and all the winds that come her way she stares across the oceans , undriven by any
Huge feet and strong arms , brothers . We know where we are .
Is it the future yet ? But we wish it would hurry up ?
Now is when my friends , and the woman was when .
Does she hold it up still ?
Even now from just then ?
But she will do that , and she will keep those articles she has in her hand .
She will cook with them .
Where is a balance or a scale ? For I must weigh something .
Where is the goodness of a woman .
All over and every part , a beautiful gift from me .
Will a person beocme who she is ? But a woman knows her counterparts in time .
The woman weighs very well - with justice .
Do we like justice ? Yes we do ?
Then be absolutely definite about what that justice is .
What does it mean ?
Who has quickened the process - who is the bearer of future gifts ? A personal symbol , of a person ? But yes-
The woman . Morality and respect at its strictest for women then - for where do women fight wars -
as nurses ? The law is to man as his own governance - so give up , between women , you're beaten .
Now woman - remedy the man , give them _all the remedy.
Not even up to your knees shall they climb .
For you are the art the ruler of me