Stephen Schaf (aka, David Branch) recently shared his prophetic discernment that Grandpa's "Prophesies of the Great Queen" predicted a second queen will arise in The Family to lead in the End Time. I got to thinking about my hidden agenda, which is to take over the all exer Family boards and build a cult following on the back of my remarkable prophetic insight into world events, which clearly point to the end of the world as we know it. As usual, my prophesies come to me in song, and so here is what the Lord sayeth:
C'est Moi!
Family! Family!
In far-off apostacy I heard your call.
Family! Family!
And here am I to give my all.
I know in my soul what you expect of me,
And all that and more I shall be.
A Queen of the Family should be invincible,
Suceed where a less fantastic woman would fail.
Climb a wall no one else can climb,
Cleave the Vandari demons in record time,
Swim a moat in a coat of heavy iron mail.
No matter the pain, she ought to be unwinceable,
Impossible deeds should be her daily fare.
But where in the world
Is there in the world
A woman so *extraordinaire*?
C'est moi! C'est moi, I'm forced to admit.
'Tis I, I humbly reply.
That mortal who
These marvels can do,
C'est moi, c'est moi, 'tis I.
I've never lost
In battle or game;
I'm simply the best by far.
When swords are crossed
'Tis always the same:
One blow and au revoir!
C'est moi! C'est moi! So adm'rably fit!
An Apostate Prometheus unbound.
And here I stand, with valour untold,
Exeption'ly brave, amazingly bold,
To serve at the Family world-round!
The soul of a queen should be a thing remarkable,
Her heart and her mind as pure as morning dew.
With a will and a self-restraint
That's the envy of ev'ry saint
She could easily work a miracle or two.
To love and desire she ought to be unsparkable,
The ways of the flesh should offer no allure.
But where in the world
Is there in the world
A woman so untouched and pure?
(C'est moi!)
C'est moi! C'est moi, I blush to disclose.
I'm far too noble to lie.
That woman in whom
These qualities bloom,
C'est moi, c'est moi, 'tis I.
I've never strayed
From all I believe;
I'm blessed with an iron will.
Had I been made
The partner of Dave,
We'd be in the pedophile heaven still.
C'est moi! C'est moi! The angels have chose
To fight their battles below,
And here I stand, as pure as a pray'r,
Incredibly clean, with virtue to spare,
The godliest woman I know!
C'est moi!