
Let not the Ivy curl and shrivel
By the breath of the dragon envy!
The wonder garden of your heart
Did you meet the Yellow Emperor?
There, they say sans all translations for
The Son of God, Tianzi, he rode far and near
He and the Dragon Golden rode
Into the sky, greeting a dawn free of fear!
When they returned, victorious
The sky was magical in fireworks!
A corrosive monster called leviathan
And its split thing the behemoth
leviathan behemoth, together they made
a marduk, a demon dwelling on flesh
marduk taken, in all, and one,
envy hatred, the heads rolled in
erstwhile gatekeeper of hell
dead unbelievably, by the end.
The child God, prodigal son,
careless and rash, was deluded
on true purpose, and on the reasons
why Anti Christ had a rose.
The ivy, always grew
The lilies, and the tulips
They bled like the hearts
the dawn shone in,
it was the end,
of magic damaged.
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