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Rhiannon is riding, gently beating drum
Life in me awakens, just before she comes
Lay in my arms the child of creation
Sleeping, sleeping, lull me to the realms of the Fae
In my nightly death when truth went astray
I did not kill fertility, I did not let death reign
I woke as innocent as they, and yet I bear the blame
This is when the nightly death abandons me to wake
But nothing comes to give release; I lost the will to make
Rhiannon is now crawling, a goddess on her knees
For murder is her crime and she must pay the wicked fees
Lay on my back the burden of this, man’s world
Reaching, reaching, take me to the realms of Monotheism
The Goddess is dead and buried in times questionable chasm
I am the soil, the seed, the growth, I am the fertile plane
I am woman, I am unique, and still I am the same
I am the death, the womb that bleeds, when life is not conceived
I have this power, of death and life, of Lillith and of Eve
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