You are the Lover, the sweetness of Life
The Star that shines forever
Your temple sits in ruins, Your priestess abandons You
You Whose wings have sheltered us and helped us take flight
You blocked the poison arrows
Our enemies turned to dust
Because of You, there was music and laughter
A fire to warm us and bountiful lands
Children adored You, the waters were pure
How we have enraged You! How dreadful is our crime!
We punish the pure of heart
And reward the rape of our Mother
We curse the life-giving waters
Our children spit on Your shrine
You without Whom we have nothing
Our preserver, our lover, our queen.
You send the demons to our table
You send horrors to our beds
You let the arrows pass by
And the enemies slay millions each night.
The curse is well-deserved
The very bread in our mouths turns against us
You Who we called the Whore
Have turned Your back on Your children.
And how right you are!
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