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Sunday, February 11, 2018
Three Kings
In the depths of my soul's reverie
There live three mightiest
and powerful Kings
They have all joined hands around me
In protection of me
they have formed a ring
I am their South Pole,
and they hold the North
Each one of them a stunning white horse
But my mane is a tangled mess jet black
Their sudden departure has thrown
my world out of whack
I have lost my course
Send a call out to the cavalry!
Can't someone do something?
Left behind in a violent land
Of the most heartfelt suffering
Whoa this loss!
Like entering Xibalba's dark mouth
Yanked in by a fierce force
Bless me my Fathers, take me back
I want to be safe in my papoose
From the Goddess of Self Sacrifice,
Ixtab,
I turn down an invitation, not once
but twice
I think Ixchel and Itzamna have other
have other plans for me
Perhaps love in Paradise
Very soon that shroud over us all
will cease to exist
While in this lonely evolution
I must do without being kissed
Before now, for nothing I lacked
But my Three Kings will get me back