Constellation
A woman in travail, to give birth,
above her head a crown of twelve stars.
Clothed with the Sun,
the moon at her feet.
The day the Universe changed.
The day the water broke,
the banks.
Of Evermore.
The Manchild to come.
Restore.
Come to overtake the gamblers
abetting against Heavens ranks.
Waging wages against its humble
and poor.
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