The great permission slip, the oracle of prophecy. A wish granted, a testimonial of truth. A declaration of wealth, a pentacle of successful honor.
Dripping in green, green leaves that dance in fields of kind birds. Freely golden, freely frozen, freely risen, freely loved. Luxurious gowns flowing in the mystical breeze, a security of lineage. A lineage of entitlement and prestige.
Fabulous jewels adorn me in emerald means. Haughty in decor of opulence, dancing in purity of holy nature. Esteemed in the exclamation of righteous birth right.
Exalted as most desirable, irresistible to brazen beauty. Stone angels watch my soul, my freedom of self is in control. Surrendered to a spirit of greatness. The delicate aspirations, the feverish desires of my heart.
Mansions of tenderness, pillars of silvers and pearls. Clouds of cherubs, serpahim beholds. Glamour washed in a bath of extravagance. Lips of red sun, skin of milk.
A paradise, a terra nova of spinning delight. Delicious, exposed, vulnerable by my bare body. Nursing the elements of life with my bountiful ways. Shows and spectacles of extraordinaire. Ribbons, banters, a crown of stars.
Pristine in presence, peace in my reverence. Whistling candles, portraits of a fanciful life. A truly diamond mind, a clarity of sight. I am alive.