Hail to the death of patriarchal creeds!
The brutish, alpha male is a reduced breed.
Rigid hierarchies are on the wane.
Let a myriad of rich colours reign!
For Love is a dove with feminine wings.
I hear the holiest choirs sing
The sweetest songs of joyful harmony.
Praise to Light that transcends tribal decrees!
Praise to the new communion of faiths!
In a wanton world that pleads to be saved.
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