The hair of nature by Tsering Zangmo Lyrics
“Let us make mankind in our image, in our likeness, so that they may rule over the fish in the sea and the birds in the sky, over the livestock and all the wild animals, and over all the creatures that move along the ground.”
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Life stirring Venus
You mean love
You mean sex
You means beauty
You mean fertility
You kicked off an art thought not
Author of stories
Driving of minds
By herding and curving their tales and rhymes
Different times with different standards
But the Dove will fly back
Fire or sapphire
Dispersing
Golden leaves north to south
From the day ‘morrow and after
-Remember lines from Milton's mouth
One moment
A blind man can spread
Letters through mouth
From a day of any age
Author ardereth Authority
Each spit fire
Heavy to heave
The Heavenly gift
Every character
Pounded in the body count
Waging in a page
Lulu, Pp and Mm are the greats
Pickles in a jar
Their bodies connect pickle juice
The heads of legends
Spitting bars
From the start
Flexing language
Givin Judgement
Or at least a subtle suggestion
Like follow your senses -
Not your sins
Go find truth
Know the roots
The greatest conceal in darkness
You'll get isolated
And eternalize your fears
You need to
Drink this, live in epic
Lulu Lucretius
A science mind
But he teaches them kids
With didactic rhyme
To crack the whip of knowledge
Really ripping time
He knows the mind is painful
And spirit aligns
The body is weak
Uh uh-
And don’t fuck a beast
The Woman will be your nightmare
Carrying dark dart
Each
Bound their book
With a fabric of power
A sheet of melody
A shoot in the clouds
Uncover the supernatural
Sewn with
Words
A gift has a price
Language is the basket
I know, that sounds absurd
Paradise Lost
Prose and poem
It was the first of its kind
From a man who dared
Time after time
Hitting the horse
His eye in visible
Far Seeing goals
Other normal people would consider invincible
A Trillion seeds to the wind
The country could hear him
Down with the king
Regicide!
He wrote
My man: Mm
Milton was Militant
Kanye of the times
Beloved and Belittled
Spitting tears in his rhymes
Here it goes
Satan, the leather jacket of evil
Here red caped
With emotional values of a hero
Devil of the night
Hero of the day
A las at the end
A tool
To convey
Don’t play games with the divine
Ear
Eyes
God don’t lie
He see and hears:
The futures brushing lullabies
Berceuse can tell and lead
But won’t open holes to save your seed
Lies from Lyra
Her words are lyrical
Changing people hearts
She is the miracle
An unlikely hero
Just like Mr. satan
And even though the book was for children
Paul Pullmans story had more weight
Paradise lost was tripping
Another white literature
Sexist, to find
Eve is a bit** who has no pride
But Eve is a just a character of myth
She can be re imagined
By any human with the wit
Ripping new life to the world
By words of creation
A reading that draw his men
Like a siren but mute
It is a skittling
To rethink, recreate, and reason
The puzzling heart of an author's thoughts
Check
PP three
The big trilogy
Forget Trinity:
The Authority, frozen in breathe like a mold, short of limber
The first angel quivers, frosted
Exhaling cold beats of a torturous wheeze
Teased of death
He moans, tears, stuck in pain
Lonely pen
Ironed by an immortal cost
From inside a crystalling prison of time
A fate humans despise
A tail of yarn untwist
Works and days canned abyss
To Woe
In miserable old age
A washing machine
Not an earthquake
Lyra's holy hands
Polar bear riding
Temper rising
Her strife is clad
Lyra is a perfect tragic hero
Even a child can be vicious
Not pitiful or bad
She makes mistakes and has regrets
And she jumps on the bed
But Lyra is the devil who becomes a woman
Who can handle death
Who can overpower evil
Outlive God
Because Power is Weak
Power is old
Time are changing
And it can be time for something new
Each century is different
Books are an open rescue
Let Wayne loose
Love is gold
Not blood
Knowledge, freedom ,love
Gaiety
We are all humans on one earth
'ain't no white dove
Any authority can be reimagined with friendship and love
Didactics don’t need to fit in a noose
I want to let that loose
--------------------
Life stirring Venus
You mean love
You mean sex
You means beauty
You mean fertility
You kicked off an art thought not
Author of stories
Driving of minds
By herding and curving their tales and rhymes
Different times with different standards
But the Dove will fly back
Fire or sapphire
Dispersing
Golden leaves north to south
From the day ‘morrow and after
-Remember lines from Milton's mouth
One moment
A blind man can spread
Letters through mouth
From a day of any age
Author ardereth Authority
Each spit fire
Heavy to heave
The Heavenly gift
Every character
Pounded in the body count
Waging in a page
Lulu, Pp and Mm are the greats
Pickles in a jar
Their bodies connect pickle juice
The heads of legends
Spitting bars
From the start
Flexing language
Givin Judgement
Or at least a subtle suggestion
Like follow your senses -
Not your sins
Go find truth
Know the roots
The greatest conceal in darkness
You'll get isolated
And eternalize your fears
You need to
Drink this, live in epic
Lulu Lucretius
A science mind
But he teaches them kids
With didactic rhyme
To crack the whip of knowledge
Really ripping time
He knows the mind is painful
And spirit aligns
The body is weak
Uh uh-
And don’t fuck a beast
The Woman will be your nightmare
Carrying dark dart
Each
Bound their book
With a fabric of power
A sheet of melody
A shoot in the clouds
Uncover the supernatural
Sewn with
Words
A gift has a price
Language is the basket
I know, that sounds absurd
Paradise Lost
Prose and poem
It was the first of its kind
From a man who dared
Time after time
Hitting the horse
His eye in visible
Far Seeing goals
Other normal people would consider invincible
A Trillion seeds to the wind
The country could hear him
Down with the king
Regicide!
He wrote
My man: Mm
Milton was Militant
Kanye of the times
Beloved and Belittled
Spitting tears in his rhymes
Here it goes
Satan, the leather jacket of evil
Here red caped
With emotional values of a hero
Devil of the night
Hero of the day
A las at the end
A tool
To convey
Don’t play games with the divine
Ear
Eyes
God don’t lie
He see and hears:
The futures brushing lullabies
Berceuse can tell and lead
But won’t open holes to save your seed
Lies from Lyra
Her words are lyrical
Changing people hearts
She is the miracle
An unlikely hero
Just like Mr. satan
And even though the book was for children
Paul Pullmans story had more weight
Paradise lost was tripping
Another white literature
Sexist, to find
Eve is a bit** who has no pride
But Eve is a just a character of myth
She can be re imagined
By any human with the wit
Ripping new life to the world
By words of creation
A reading that draw his men
Like a siren but mute
It is a skittling
To rethink, recreate, and reason
The puzzling heart of an author's thoughts
Check
PP three
The big trilogy
Forget Trinity:
The Authority, frozen in breathe like a mold, short of limber
The first angel quivers, frosted
Exhaling cold beats of a torturous wheeze
Teased of death
He moans, tears, stuck in pain
Lonely pen
Ironed by an immortal cost
From inside a crystalling prison of time
A fate humans despise
A tail of yarn untwist
Works and days canned abyss
To Woe
In miserable old age
A washing machine
Not an earthquake
Lyra's holy hands
Polar bear riding
Temper rising
Her strife is clad
Lyra is a perfect tragic hero
Even a child can be vicious
Not pitiful or bad
She makes mistakes and has regrets
And she jumps on the bed
But Lyra is the devil who becomes a woman
Who can handle death
Who can overpower evil
Outlive God
Because Power is Weak
Power is old
Time are changing
And it can be time for something new
Each century is different
Books are an open rescue
Let Wayne loose
Love is gold
Not blood
Knowledge, freedom ,love
Gaiety
We are all humans on one earth
'ain't no white dove
Any authority can be reimagined with friendship and love
Didactics don’t need to fit in a noose
I want to let that loose