Ib The Cynic

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Isis, Ishtar, Hecate, Kali
Isis, Ishtar, Hecate, Kali
Isis, Ishtar, Hecate...
...come to me.

I'm sharpening my Halo
Into forest horns
I'm sanctifying pages
In the protocols of war

I've abolished your mythology
And vanquished all your gods
Liberated your women
And eradicated your laws

I put books in the temple
To anihilate the lie
I broke the bones of Chronos
To restore what was mine

Made of flame
Made of mud
I'm the many
I'm the one!

All the children, sing along...

Isis, Ishtar, Hecate (Kali), Come to me...

I've a splinter in my finger
From carrying the cross
I sleep in sheets of sulphur
And dream of all we've lost

I've traveled iron oceans
Singing sinful songs
To hypnotize and defy
Sex starved, lonely gods

I'm the woman clothed with the sun
Moon beneath my feet
Silver spear of Athena
The tongue of Kali

Made of flame
Made of mud
I'm the many
I'm the one!

All the children sing along...

Demon!
Daughter!
Monster!
Whore!

Obey! Good little slave!

Better behave and watch the words you say
Ownership laws apply
You can break my bones with jagged stones
But i will never comply

Impotent breeder, flaccid leader

Earth and snakes
Fires and quakes
What once was lost
Will be replaced!

All that is
All that was
All that will ever be
All that is
All that was
All that will ever be
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Gender (Visually):Female
Race (Visually): Elf