MUX
In the cosmic realms where wonders gleam,
Reside the Muxis, creatures of a mystic dream.
Each holds a tale, a saga to unfold,
Born from MUX, space's rebel god, so bold.
With powers rare and secrets deep,
They dance with stars and secrets keep.
Each wields a force, nature's embrace,
In cosmic ballet, they leave a trace.
A symphony of celestial lore they weave,
In realms unseen, their magic breathe.
Through boundless space, their stories unfurl,
In the poetry of the cosmos, they twirl.
Born from the mind and forged in eternity's flame,
Each carries a blessing and a gift, their claim to fame.
From the depths of creation, they emerge,
With celestial grace, their destinies converge.
Blessings bestowed, like stars' gentle light,
And gifts of wonders, that spark the night.
In the dance of existence, they gracefully sway,
A symphony of enchantment, night and day.
BALDOWIN, THE PSYCHEDELIC VULTURE
Baldowin, the psychedelic vulture, soars to the heights of inner consciousness,
From its perch as judge of the dead, he observes, and nothing escapes his awareness.
Ancient wise ones say, be in good relations with the psychedelic vulture,
For Baldowin sees and hears all, even the silence of the mind, a perceptive culture.
Its unwavering gaze holds the sacred light of Mux's precious gems,
Its wings crafted from pure honeyed plasma, the source of its divine emblems.
Vibrant energy courses through, as it flies between realms, a seamless flight,
Guiding the human soul from light to shadow, crossing boundaries of day and night.
Baldowin, the psychedelic vulture, draws invisible lines across past and future's domain,
In the present, it presents a choice, a pivotal moment that shapes our life's terrain.
If we act with goodness, its aura shall protect, revealing eternity's hidden coast,
But succumbing to power's temptation, its claws and beak shall leave us lost.
Torn apart, reduced to ashes and forgotten, the consequence of power's illusion,
Choose wisely in the presence of Baldowin, for it holds fate's decisive conclusion.
Embrace its guidance, let conscience steer, on the path where destinies entwine,
With the psychedelic vulture as a guide, our souls may soar and forever shine.
