The Face Divine,
The Grand Face Divine of the Deity,
Huge, huge and tall,
The face of the Dark Goddess!
The Dark Goddess, bizarre and grotesque,
Strangely-poised
The Goddess Divine,
You come and go seeing Her,
The Goddess in Her strange posture.
You come, come and go seeing
The face,
The Face Divine of the Goddess,
The Dark Goddess,
The Mother Divine,
Dark black, but beautiful.
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