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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.
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.
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