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by Joyce James
Think on it! In the beginning Had not occurred such thing as mortal Death. Walked hand in hand our new Maide children the sweetest aisles1 of perfect earth Risen there its soil, spread holy stock organic membrane2 woven round. Devised his curse, Apollo, Set Man against The Woman Descendants human kine. Yet had not early surged such enmity between the genders3, Persecuted4 first, The Queen of Heaven. Aphollowed only after. . . Churst and Massacred, The Woman. Reached to genocide, the earthly state of war between divided sexes. Yet never existed true schism5, except was thing contrived6 in heaven. Now Male and Female are conditioned equal, Denying both, their maker7 Goddess. 'Upon your seed, my venmity Harries10 her, Impalla-Acchus, Self-proclaimed was Jealous God Impelled11 the rancor12 ancient. As perceives the beauty envied Maide New Human. . . Sets about its persecution13. Derogates as produce hardly more than beasts the fields That cause henceforward Vengeful mayhem and destruction. 点击收听单词发音
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