My 3rd last truth

My 3rd last truth

Wiccans women of high rank do not carry children
They need the human
To transmit power

But at the time I had no choice
The twins it was a serious
The other crazy

And now it is the reverse the fool is serious
And the serious is crazy

At the time the fool wanted a girl
His vows and there is no more tetu in the world than a Scotsman
At least at the time it was still

But he had no notion of family
But became an idol
He paid little attention to it
Because the world looked at him
And compared to only one woman
She was not making the weight
And not even today

And it was my youthful love
And not of adult women

And her real mom at the time
alone
Because of an idol
Did not intend to do so until the
If his man did not return

Then an evil for a good

I made the life of a wish

But as I did not mind seriously
I had his heart his father
Her body her mom

I did not possess the spirit of the arts
And the heart
And the body
at the same time

except one

Who loved me just one day before my first love
And yes it needs love

Then she became Mom
Has become enclosed as a bird in his cage
I lost it

But for a good cause

her daughter
Who to the art of his dad's power twins

And both make me crazy sometimes
like today

They are his parents
Her true parents humans

But no donations
And colors
of me
Of the
how to say
Perfume of a blue of his eyes
Than a white horse
I will not forget
Never again
that's it that's all
And this is my very last memory of my present life

Who in spite of me I did not wear it

It is my greatest pride in the world
And I will never cease to love her

Here it is all