She looks down from the grey rankled skies,
Thunder her angry voice & lightening
her eyes,
Her cauldron stirred, of boiling oceans
& seas,
Her seething rant & ire, the old Gods
do tease.
Her sharp pointing finger, every man shall
blame,
And upon the earth, all men´s sins she´ll
inflame,
Her zero tolerance, is for all known sinful
deeds,
Days counted & numbered, upon her
abacus beads.
Spitting blood, sweat, tears & her
punishing fire,
All humanity is at risk, of that Diva´s dire
red ire,
She is nobody´s fool & she suffers none
gladly,
You shall pay the dealt toll, when behaving
badly.
Deem never to curse this dame of retribution,
This Goddess spills all blood, of war &
revolution,
It´s all total mayhem & the risk´s upon
your head,
Behave yourselves, before you´re long gone &
dead.
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