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There is no covenant

between me and this Earth

no celebration of Victory

over Chaos



My earning of bread

is not mythical

as my name

but by tears shed



Resonance of religion and revelation

- glorifying the greatness of God -

was not his Command

but his Formula:



"Let Us make Myra"



I was cut in two

as Tiamat:

Earth and Sky

Body and Soul



Darkness and Fertility

associated me

with the Serpent's spell;

my predestined  name

with the Sun



But still

I have this urge

to save even the Devil

from this hell!



My body suffers daily:

hear the cry

of my Soul:



"Thank God  for God ...

for Diety

and Immortality -

for the light of Sun"!