Oh, Oh, Oh seek
Ye lost children
Of men.
My domain knows no bounds.
And, boundless
I carry forth.
In truth I bear you up through
Pain and endless
Suffering and
Ceaseless deaths.

Oh, Oh, Oh seek
Ye lost children
Of women.
In truth the mother
Gives rise and falls again
To knees, bent in supplication
In misery, bending.

Joy! Oh, Joy!
To know me,
Oh Mother,
To love me.
Wondrous love.
Endless,
Boundless love.

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