Sekhmet

Man's justice
means nothing
as it's spewed
from the mouths of slaves
earmarked for early
graves

it curdles the blood
and makes weaklings
of all who would yet
pretend
those who would fake
being a friend

Man's justice
lives not in the hearts
nor minds
it is the chain, the whip
it is the ever-embargoed ship

Man's justice does not belong
to you, or me
or anyone God would choose to see
for it is the stock trade
of vile men
who tether value to profit
and truth to the underside
of hell

Man's justice has met its end
with a heavenly whispered
amen

Sekhmet has come
to even the score
Seven Sisters come
The Brides of God
The Daughters of the Sun
They raise the dead
to raze the greedy
inhumane souls
who even now
steal
from the needy

Dark Kali
rides at her side
a necklace of human heads
marks the on-coming
tide

We come
The Dark Mothers
Sisters Seven

come to make
a noble and just
heaven



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02/09/2024

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