Aeons and Aeons, into the past,
In a fairy land, a wonder being,
A mystic force, of heavenly bliss,
She hath blesseth, in shrouded mist.
Knew not the rising deep within,
In depths of universe, and atomic realm,
That pours forth, a great deluge,
Absolve his mother of all her fruits.
As wheels of passion and deep desire,
Drove on and on, set her on fire,
Death despair they filled the air,
All fauna rot, all flora bare.
Can she behold his ceaseless ire?
Her sinew drains, her pantheon tires,
To lend her arms, more strength she calls,
Is she pleading, to sordid walls?
But then shall rise, her faithful sons,
To wage that battle, of righteous ones,
Among the brethren, the true shall reign,
Only then will she sustain.
And this one promise, I do avow,
Her faith and blessings let her bestow!
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