she is all inflamed
her cheeks are falling from
her bones
she speaks beastly
the wrong goddess in that
chair of justice meriting
disrespect
from the floor
the defenders are in a quandary
her other gods are angry
despite her unbecoming ways
look! the lowly turtle is turn
into the fireplace
justice dies
courtesy resigns
from now on
no one rules
the ways split
we look forward to more chaos
let us see if gods are really gods
on this turtle's turf
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