One, two, three and it is me. Maybe MAY DAY in Moscow. We can be a loving May Poll. Ribbons and a cotton white dress for me. Be loving, and have your hearts ablaze. FIRE will be celebrated that day. It is time for gloriousness and no more subjugation. A horse leads the way with Texas Game Wardens marching me in to your loving arms. It is no more what we want, it is what will be. Your dreams are free in a new land to bring you back to ground in Italy with a gondola, in Vienna. It is the fusion of realities that is the becoming for the three. I start the imageries and you bring together your powers to create what is a beautiful synergy. I had a nightmare after I realized this menagerie. I will no longer be the slave to The Navy or my biological father, World General George Mayer's legacy. He was a man with a violence of the starvation of my needs and dreams. Satanism is dead to me and you three now. Let us just find a "Good God Almighty" to sing to (Crowler). In the end you are on your knees and seeing the power of my deeds and vocal cues. I am good and I am God. Praise me in the morning and when the sun goes down.
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