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I know you, Yaweh, from of old.
Goddess fierce and mother bold.
You sent good things to ancient man;
babies, fruit and fertile land.
But men were shamed by female power
and named you male that very hour.
A jealous God of war and storms;
the gentler Goddess ceased to be -
now ill-famed with jealous rivalry -
angry God - no gentler side,
you marched, lock-step as warriors died.
Pity, love and motherhood
were looked upon as less than good
as you felled tribesmen where they stood!
Todays Yaweh, I renounce you,
not omnipotent and not male,
but Ancient Mother I adore you
and you I'll follow without fail.
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