Ishthar
Ishthar,the mother of all goddess:
Eating pigs,hallowing incense.
Thy fruit has extended to easter,
Draging many souls to destruction's fiesta.
You've taken what you can't return:
Even precious souls have you,turn after turn:
But you shall forever in the lake of fire boil.
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