The devil’s daughter: A poem 

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Since the beginnings of cyclical time 

When truth was made unfairly too sublime 

She trudged her way fighting for good 

Her eruditeness was an eternal childhood 

She lampooned evil, and for justice stood 

Waylaying the armies of hell, in her awesome brood 

She was Horus’ instructor, the indomitable tremor 

When evil’s hatchlings spread with rancour 

Her sword spoke in silence, but cut very deep 

To avenge and validate, and for harvests to reap 

She may, in reality, be the devil’s daughter 

But, in her fearless intrepidity, is God’s mentor 

Published by montecyril

Hi, I am Monte Cyril Rodrigues and live in Melbourne, Australia. I am a retired journalist. I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia. I've had voices and visions all my life. I think it is a spiritual experience, my doctors think otherwise. I am a deeply spiritual person and keep having experiences with otherworldly realms.

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