Faceless
The faceless muse
Couldn’t be accused,
Just admired, Or desired,
Men have invented tires,
Built & burned empires,
For a quarter of the entire,
Of this planet’s messiah,
The Daughters of Venus,
Give us life, love, and meaning between us.
The faceless muse
Couldn’t be accused,
Just admired, Or desired,
Men have invented tires,
Built & burned empires,
For a quarter of the entire,
Of this planet’s messiah,
The Daughters of Venus,
Give us life, love, and meaning between us.