And consumed her children.

I thrive on derivatives of her art

And command her as a slave.

Celestial persona, always evolving;

Beaten and weary, but never giving in.

I claim to worship her god,

But blaspheme his name in her treatment.

I glean her methods of self-preservation

And pay her back in slaughter.

Celestial persona, always growing;

Trodden and weary, but never dying.

I am the societal son,

She, my natural mother.

My lifetime is spent casually killing her,

But she will always outlive me.