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Lilith
Sarratum
Rise~
~Hail
Maiden of Inanna
the wronged wife
I devote my blood
to you
Wicked were you, they say
but I say
you were only as wicked
as they were
to us
My shackles were always around
my throat
and my eyes were kept
downcast
to their tapping feet
and..
Eve was weak
am I truly her descendent?
I will do all I must
drink of my father's blood
to sate the debt
owed to us
Your daughters scream
at the atrocities committed
before their feet
Your daughters, they mourn
they rage and they tear
the locks of their auburn hair
under the helpless moon
I gaze to my sisters
the matter of my unborn
the raping of my mother
the blood between my legs
I gaze at their laughter
a
"Stupid bitch"
a
"Fucking whore"
I gaze.
Silenced, enraged
I am discontent,
contempt curling
my red lips
Oh dark, beautiful Mother..
What must I do?
Rise~
~Hail
Maiden of Inanna
the wronged wife
I devote my blood
to you
Wicked were you, they say
but I say
you were only as wicked
as they were
to us
My shackles were always around
my throat
and my eyes were kept
downcast
to their tapping feet
and..
Eve was weak
am I truly her descendent?
I will do all I must
drink of my father's blood
to sate the debt
owed to us
Your daughters scream
at the atrocities committed
before their feet
Your daughters, they mourn
they rage and they tear
the locks of their auburn hair
under the helpless moon
I gaze to my sisters
the matter of my unborn
the raping of my mother
the blood between my legs
I gaze at their laughter
a
"Stupid bitch"
a
"Fucking whore"
I gaze.
Silenced, enraged
I am discontent,
contempt curling
my red lips
Oh dark, beautiful Mother..
What must I do?
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