Thought
When monstrous egos rule
With balance heavy down
Darkest dominations cruel
Ruthlessly to gain a crown
Then destructive forces gather
For equal symmetry restore
Thundering ardour of a mother
Weapons held and wrathful roar
Fear not death and dark so much
Appear in flash dwell and gone
Fireworks have this pattern such
Quick to dispel when seen as fun
Prayer
O Mother when my faith wavers, you are there; when fear grips, you are there. You always leap to my rescue with Thy motherly concern in every moment of flowing time. My joy is in confidently summoning Thy power from within.
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