At Ggantija's Temple
They are all in this article, in the sands and stones,
The farmer, the fisherman, the village,
Even the spirits of the ineffective
The inhabitants could not established out
The turbulent hearth
(The citizens cried)
4.
Where by, each early morning...
Just in advance of sunrise
Darkened by the temple shadows
Are reflecting pictures--
From the branches of the tree of existence,
Her offshoots spring
Can be viewed on the alter stand--
Moist and moistened, warm blood
two.
Sacrifices
All to appease our Mom Earth,

Goddess of all
The Oracle was referred to as on to intercede,
To give steerage
[The Spirits will not overlook]
Dotted with statues and temples of stone
Indistinct at twilight
('...melt away up them with the blood')
three.
Even the beauties--the women have not
Nevertheless left, with stunning faces and breasts
Generated by giants of aged, with
"Seize them!" was a voice afar--
"Whirl them aloft..."
Cyclopean architecture--
Plastered and painted with blood
But the residue of their spirit was on the other hand
Properly and alive...
[The Cyclopean Temples of Malta
5200 BC]
Roofed about, like a dome
Sacrifices with burnt bones...
The Temples
"We will need to die tonight," whispered
Tarxien to Mnajdra
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And the monks cried, as their blood flowed,
And they died...
No 1 could ascertain out why the blood
From the adjust in no way dried
Oracle
Mom Earth
Goddess
(Some have never at any time died]
"It Shiv Shankaran Nair is the blood of the clergymen," their
Spirits are alive..."
five.
Interior gigantic-partitions
She speaks, Mother Earth, Goddess
Of Fertility, to all everyday existence
Statuettes, carvings, alters
"Sprinkle rams blood on them--
Place them on the improve...!"
one.
The Spill, that the Mother Goddess
Reliable on them was sound
(Who gave us delivery?)
This is the primitive cyclopean
Neolithic time time period...
Shots--rituals of Purification
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Daring they stand, on the sands of
Malta--by the Mediterranean
Slabs on slabs, shrines higher
The spirits keep in thoughts
The Spirits
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