Forbidden Praises

If Adam didn't multiply,
would you have remained bald?
The mechanism fail to passify
your testosterone wrath?

Oh Ea Hovah my Shiva Ya!
Thank you for your sacrifice
that I may be, a current of Ganga

I love this flow, this glow
Oh Lord of the Dance
It's the greatest show,
the greatest trance

Maha Yah Shu'a you grafted us,
our blood into Your Vine
The story of Shakti's pure true love
is now both yours and mine

The lies they spread of you
Oh Zeus and Theos
--those sins sacrificed with Syn--
made such unnecessary chaos

Your name has been restored
at the clitoris of Gaia
Your love has sown the holy seed
of a new species of fire

Perhaps we are the truest djinn,
wrapped up within your glory locks;
the envy of the seraphim;
the children of good Khodda,

Deva Akbar!