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Saint Lillith
I see the pain within your eyes
how now your once beauty
becomes cracked with age
A marble statue once beautiful
begins to stain and rot away
how they would forget about you
try to erase you from their minds
Vilified because you spoke true
they would drive you into madness
so tragic, all you wished was your due
left to seek comfort wherever you could
and they would blame you
Now what is left of your legacy
but to be the poster girl
for every left-hand occult group
they falsely worship you
It if not what you stood for
they kneel to but what your
accusers would make you into
in this they are no better
How easily a tear could be
shed for you, demonized
who should have been a heroine
You, the first feminist
the first woman to love and lust
freely without self-inflicted guilt
who would stand up to budding
patriarchy
Now cast to nothing but
a frightening fairy tale
occultist icon, all those
who do not see your soul true
Above the others I believe
in your innocence, you who
were so strong should be
idolized by women
You, who should be painted
beautiful, not in shade twined
with devils, but with a softness
to your eyes ad strength in your
jaw, womanly pride under moonlight
You are not a creature of hate
but instead one of an ancient love
Goddess archetype, it was they
who drove you to the shadows
where you strove to survive
because you would not lay down
and die.
8:37 PM - 3/29/2007 -
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