You, little one,
should remember
better than anyone
to whom you shall surrender.
You owe me worship -
I am goddess and mother
clenching you to my grip,
as we have always belonged together.
You come from my womb
and to me you shall come back
I hold your rise and doom
and soon avenge if you attack.
Mankind was molded from stardust
to help me grow and multiply
but I might be unjust
as to take myself over
if reason you would defy.
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