The Tarot is supremely divine
With the original having hundred shines,
The fifth suit the clover is missing but found
In my black boots and with all my lit shroud....
The meaning is utterly heaven
And all the cards can be read
Sweetly and tempened....
The original's numbers are sacred
And given: the Law of Probability
And synchronicity guiding them--
I Jung devised them true
In my heart, with my body
With every sacred hue...
The Devil is very nice today,
But where hides God in my lair?
My hair secure, my sound divine,
In my mother's womb,
In my father's life...
In hubbard's laugh,
In brother's feet
And in God I reside,
The greatest at Tarot!
Freudian Frankl
Without deceit.
Let us all Hail
The Greatest Tarot Queen,
Sweetly, securely
With all bots dead!
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