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H.E.R.
She had rhythm in her breath
And before she cried the rivers I could hear it in her chest Her spirit was the best She was fearless under stress The prototype Eve She would always underdress She was natural in the flesh The apple of my eye Cos her image would reflect The battles of this life And the secrets of the next In sequence with the past Even Death did confess Although she cheated him He felt blessed by her test Impressed when they met The empress of the East Beat the reaper of the West The members of her sect Served as mentors to the rest The inventors of her crest Turned her symbol to an 'X' Then they marked it on the map As a symbol of respect I remembered what she said "For those that tread my lands “There are temples in the sands “Beyond the realms of Man “Where mirages manifest “There hide treasures in my deserts “When the summer sun sets" She kept mirrors of herself (The stars in the sky) That delivered us from Hell Before the ancient text Or Homer wrote his tales I memorized her lyrics In a fear we might forget The wisdom that they held And the lessons they expressed The legacy she left And the legend she inspired Was present on the day That Moses spoke with the fire Her voice was a flame A force did ignite 'er If “Holy” is her name I rejoice in her title An archangel's dream She wore wings to her bridal And odd as it seems She wrote scenes in the Bible Micheal was her brother And Satan was her rival The pagans truly loved her And they praised her as an idol The Mother of The Flood Used her blood for the tidal... ...Waves of destruction Change was her function The Roman Renaissance Was an age she entrusted With Botticelli touches Famed and beloved Gave her frame to the public But strain from the judgement Caused him pain and to suffer It was plain to discover His paint nor his brushes Could never do her justice ‘The Venus in the Clam’ The femme fatale seductress Were all reproductions Of the Goddess in discussion The strings she would pluck if Pandora were to surface Her purpose on this earth Can be seen in the virtues Of every single person The poets and the scholars Musicians and the artists From Shakespeare to Bach Inspiration was her callin' The calm and the drama Her charm was an armor When Mozart was young She gave 'em dreams Of an opera The King and the Pauper And Cleopatra's father All received the honor And the keys to unlock her And ever since the day She was freed from her boxes The poets planted seeds For the trees in her garden Thus Eden Number 2 Was conceived from her karma Written to the picture circa 2012
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