I am the first and the last.   I am the honored one and the scorned one.   I am the whore and the holy one.   I am the wife and the virgin.   I am the mother and the daughter.   I am the members of my mother.   I am the barren one   and many are her sons.   I am she whose wedding is great,   and I have not taken a husband.   I am the midwife and she who does not bear.   I am the solace of my labor pains.   I am the bride and the bridegroom,   and it is my husband who begot me.   I am the mother of my father   and the sister of my husband   and he is my offspring.   I am the slave of him who prepared me.   I am the ruler of my offspring.   I am the staff of his power in his youth,   and he is the rod of my old age.   And whatever he wills happens to me.   I am the silence that is incomprehensible   and the idea whose remembrance is frequent.   I am the voice whose sound is manifold   and the word whose appearance is multiple.   I am the utterance of my name.   I am knowledge and ignorance.   I am shame and boldness.   I am shameless; I am ashamed.   I am strength and I am fear.   I am war!...      Editor's note: you may read the full 'The Thunder, Perfect Mind' poem this song was based on here:      http://www.connectotel.com/marcus/thunder.html