The Goddess would unravel what it meant,
to seek the heavens from within corrupted hearts.
She knew she didn't deserve,
she knew she shouldn't ask,
because they told her she was impure,
and wouldn't last much for the moments to come.
But what didn't know was these people,
the same people who called her impure and ignorant,
we're themselves as such painting someone else,
because called the God a man with enlightenment,
when gender didn't even exist in the heavens.
And really thank the skies for what unravels,
since she burned her at stake with giles,
for leading them into battle with blessings for victory.
The people who called her a disruptive nuisance,
were the same people unaware of the powers,
that God held at the end of her sword,
as she struck the enemies with lighting and death,
or should I say Goddess.
And greatness proceeds with grateful deeds,
since she also invented time as records for deals,
and calendars for days to come forth
with the blood she sheds to keep in check.
The people who named her weak and timid,
the same people who bullied her into drowning herself,
without knowing that it wasn't the heavens that judged,
but the wily old men with capes and drapes,
and stolen wealth from the poor as taxes,
that determined her fate and more than not,
she was charged guilty of sins she did not commit.
But how much more thankful can one be,
when the people in the sky and beyond,
sent angels by her side as she rode against the winds,
even if it meant escaping the threats of the ugly creatures,
by cutting her own face with shards of glass,
if it meant that she was safe from men of lust.
The people who put her down for centuries,
the same people who transgressed her for more to come,
did not know the real truth about her,
or how she lived many lives through their own,
as she moved through crowds and roomfuls,
that she was none other so different from themselves,
but someone who was just as much as their own.
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