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What will it become
Of this yellow mooned fluid
That resides within this shell?
I truly wonder how a chicken does it
What is it in a chicken
That know the right egg
What is it in a chicken
That knows the right temperature
What is it in the heat that the chicken produces
That hatches the eggs and does not cook it?
Coz this yellow mooned fluid within me
This potent york
Drives me to crossroads
And I wonder and wonder and wonder
What will it become?
Will this egg cook
Will this egg hatch
Will this egg abort and rot?
This potent matter within me
This yellow mooned fluid
Requires the real kind of heat
The right temperature
Not too hot to cook
Not too luke to abort
This potent matter within me
This yellow mooned fluid
Requires the real kind of a brooder
Patiently waiting as they lay
Fanning the fire over me
Evenly, balanced and consistent
Until new life forms from within
This potent matter within me
This yellow mooned fluid
Requires the spirit of the living God
Brood over this emptiness
Incubate this yellow mooned fluid
And by your grace and by your power
Allow this potent york
To become a healthy chick
And make sure am not a broiler!
Watch over me against my predators
Stay me in you until new eggs I lay
This potent matter within me
This yellow mooned fluid
Must become more eggs.
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