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Born of the Mother

His mountains grow
His rivers flow
Cresting upon the day
My nightmare grows
My mother knows
For it is us he has shamed
We're born children of the Mother, Maiden, Crone
And forever we are hers he reluctantly knows
Dinosaurs die and man cries
As he enters the land
Mother awakes and the earth shakes
As we steady hand in hand the earth is ours
Forever to arouse beneath the sun-bathed sky
And the tears will fall as the night time
Calls to greet the sabbat moon.

By: Erin Kennedy
All Rights Reserved, 1999.

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