Perfect Woman
Do not slander her name for she is divine, angelic
Only God may increase or decrease her, she is already high.
Worthy of praise, she is regal.
Born to peace,
Expect no less of this, the defender of
mankind, the mother of man,
the whisperer in a country meadow, the
enchantress of the morning
dew.
Slaughter her not...for Amen-ra bows at her
feet, a mysterious delight.
divine goddess, a princess at her nativity.
Queen at first light, perfection.
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