I turn villagers
into fertile soil
to grow miracles from slaughter
I let them wander
my lush gardens
lost in wonder
I enchant them
with seductive words
and make them blunder
I make my potions
out of fragrant herbs
and the sweetest rainwater
I crush the skulls
of unworthy men
between my thighs of thunder
and wait for the one
not afraid to worship
at my bountiful altar
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