Business Plan (Don’t you worry my child)

Don’t you worry
My baby child is growing
Into an ever more powerful goddess
Even as we speak
Mothers all around this world are pregnant
With her army of siblings
The world’s not mine to take
Belonging to no none
And those willing to preserve it
As the world’s stores chime in
A low hum of their canon
Begging for mercy

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