Ishthar Poem by Joshua Adeyemi

Ishthar

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Ishthar, the mother of all goddess:

Eating pigs, hallowing incense.

Thy fruit has extended to easter,

Draging many souls to destruction's fiesta.

You've taken what you can't return:

Even precious souls have you, turn after turn:

But you shall forever in the lake of fire boil.
17: 11: 18: 16: 17

Saturday, November 18, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: deception
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