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goddess, you call me,
destroyer of worlds, liberator of souls
as you wreathe my limbs in scented garlands,
burn heady clouds of incense in my name
and kneel willingly at my feet.

oh, you believe you are clever,
you think yourself the first with such aspirations
but mortal or celestial, ancient or youth
you men are all the same
and i always see through your flattery, your honey-lathered lies
and catch sight of your true intent.

goddess, you call me,
yet you gaze at me and see only power, pure shakti—
that control you so violently crave.
to you, i am but savage strength,
a beautiful, feral beast
ignorant of its own influence.
i frighten you, do i not?
and thus you aim to possess me.

but know this, fool,
with this ambition, you have overreached,
tangled yourself in matters
far beyond your being.
what is vermin to a lioness? your petty prayers do not placate me,
your silver-spun chains cannot hold me
because my raw energy is not for you to tame
and i will never be yours to claim.

goddess, you call me,
yet you know nothing of my divinity.
i am immeasurable, i am incomprehensible
my hands shape the fate of every soul.
i am eternity, i am everlasting—
my mere touch creates untold worlds.

so tell me,
o deceitful devotee of mine:
how dare you seek to possess infinity?"