An Ancient god’s Fury

Told I this in tales of yore
the mortal daughter of Irra  
existing in Akkadian fields  
was set upon by villains  
torn and struck she fell supine  
silent screams of spilled blood  
reached her father in slumber  
with his consort Mami  
  
Roar his rank upon the sky  
screams of righteous rage  
ripped the tormented firmament  
swirled in grey the tapestry  
of life within the glory  
of created existence  
trembled and pulse  
in terrified horror  
   
Irra in fury rode again  
God of all gods of pestilence  
with his seven generals  
sought he hard the men  
who shattered his child  
his beloved only mortal child  
the slayers shall be hounded  
without sanctuary  
   
Upon the land of the wicked men  
he ran his legions close to earth  
fire from swords forged    
with sulphur and brimstone    
coldness from the wells  
of famine and hunger  
he seeded and sowed the land  
relentless in his rage  
   
His screams of anger  
thundered in the sky  
his relentless fury  
birth cracking lightning  
the sea trembled and tossed  
the land cracked and rumbled  
nothing was left standing  
Irra’s fury was complete  
   
Untill at last the Eastern Prince  
calmed the land with His Love  
his promises and Atonement  
to give His Life for the sins  
of man who killed    
and plundered  
without shame  
turbulence rested.