Tiamat

I am the ocean, Power of wave against sand;
A great swirling mass, Always in motion.
Empress, Goddess, Mother.
Torn asunder by the tyranny of men,
I became the heavens and Earth.
Forever moving, you feel me:
I am the fish you eat, the cries of a whale,
A hurricane against your stone.
I move you from within:
I am the blood you spill, the bile you retch,
The tears you shed.
Cool, calm, clear; Stormy and dark.
You come from me, and I come for you.

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