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The first man was a woman
And She had within her all that is good
And all that is bad.
Swirling inside her, the entirety of potential.
The saintly and the satanic engaged, in turmoil
And She in her Immensity, increasingly engorged
Agonizingly trying to hold it all in
In a moment of weakness that was bound to occur,
She sought relief in a cosmic uncoupling
Loudly, with an ear-splitting scream, She split in two.
The part of her birthed was He
He who looked upon her, in unequivocal want,
and knew that she was complete
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