bread
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Medusa, Queen of Snakes,
but yet a gentle soul,
and all she wanted to do was bake,
so she grabbed the coal
and began to work on making the bread
and all accross the land
they knew her name,
The beautiful heat,
The scent of Ambrosia,
The last affront to the Gods,
The oozing delight,
That which granted mankind ascension,
That which the Gods envied,
That which they descended for,
O Beauty!
O wondrous Beauty!
What fair child thou hast granted!
A radiant ray of your creation!
A joyous occasion!
One for true jubilation!
The birth of a child!
A most glorious child!
O Beauty!
O wondrous Beauty!
What fair child thou hast granted!
A radiant ray of your creation!
A joyous occasion!
One for true jubilation!
The birth of a child!
A most glorious child!
My sandwich,
My sweet, sweet bread,
Container for my love,
Bringer of beauty,
Salvation of the hungry,
Angel to the eyes of mortals,
The woman's tears were beautiful; the rarest things tend to be. The less a fragile soul is seen, the more tender and sweet it seems.
There once was a Baker
with piercing blue eyes,
a cranky old Baker
whom all despised.
There once was a Baker
with hair flaming red,
a crusty old Baker
a man many dread.
Just move off into your world
Just leave this world behind
Stop picking up the pieces
of an old broken life
Follow the Light
Walk in it!
Walk in Him.
Let Him shew you the way
