"I am a goddess. And goddesses do not whimper; they screech their war cry and they are heard. I will be heard from the high heavens to lowest ring of hell. You will hear my roar and feel my torment. You will know the story of my pain and the story of my glee. You will hear the story of me. Heed my warning. I am a goddesst and I will spread my wings and fly full height to deliver my message to the world. I am the goddesst of goddesses, the woman of women. I am the child of my mother and I walk in her steps. I will illuminate the dark with my smile and consume the light with the darkness of my rage. I walk in the beauty of the earth and in its aspect the night. I am a goddesst and you will hear me and see. Even in my silent shadow,you will scream."
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for the lost
Poesíafor the lost ones, who are trying to be found. for the lost ones surrounded by darkness,who need a light to guide them.
