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Sophia

Wise is she who made light;
Her name is Sophia and she has a plight.

Once was she, cast out of heaven
After then, gave birth to a number seven.

She named him, as they say, Demiurge.
Only be the two, she had a heavy urge

To isolate Demiurge, her child
To believe he is one, only wild.

Demiurge grew bored and created new life
Humans, by themselves, without even a knife.

Sophia looked down at the humans in pity
and gave them light, for she was wity.

So, I end this fable
and lie this book on the table.

Love and Light to all this eve,
sleep well, and Blessed Be.
Written by xxdementedwitchxx
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