Adi, primal, eternal I am, His right hand, His feminine form On His command I conjured these cosmos By His ordinance, I strengthened the masculine arm. And remained dynamic in the shoulders of She , The Atlas of Mankind, Without whom any he is incomplete. I am the womb of life And it’s grave too, As in my bowels the ghosts of animation rest. If I am Mary, chaste and pure , Then I am Helen, lusty and pillaging. I am the peace of a household I am the tension of disputes. I am the loved Teresa, who fostered Humanity, I am hated Fulvia, the puppeteer of Antony. I stand by men, who respect me I shred them to hell Who dare lay an eye on my epitomes. I am the shine of a sanguine sword Whom men bow to before battles, Me, the penetrator through toughest of hearts The real victor of combats. I am an addict to gore, If kept from my juice too long I will feast whatever to ruins. Adi, primal, eternal I am, Daughter of God I am the nurturer of nature I am the lust that tests all.