My Beloved Goddess

My Beloved Goddess

My beloved goddess is everywhere,
under the sky,
under the water,
in the stupid mind of the repressed people.
No one can understand her charisma,
her class,
her style.

The space must keep silent in her presence
'cause she can see everything,
she can read each mind,
she can see the heart of her followers,
and she has the power to destroy anyone that try to stop her.
You can run away,
but don't worry, my darling,
she will always find you.

My lovely goddess,
so pretty,
so kind,
but sometimes, so strong,
so implacable.

My only goddess,
is always in the right,
but, she's like a human,
so, other times, she's wrong.
She's like a rough diamond.
One day, when she will be more refined,
well, that day will be the end of your story, brats.

Wait until the end, stupids things,
maybe, you don't know when, or how,
but my goddess will come,
and she will snap her fingers and she will say:
"I'm goddess Foofie Cake.
I'll give you my gifts or punishments.
You can't choose, I'll do it for you.
You can refuse, but you cannot escape your fate.
My punishments are for the fools that don't know the respect (and italian too),
my gifts are for those who know who I really am.
Do your choose."

I want your gift, my beatiful goddess.