Let us be free from passage of our time,

Hold still, hold fast, the sweetest of my heart,

Collect thyself before even in part

A read thou wouldst in my here face thus chime.

The sweetest of my heart, know i do not

A man with gifts and bounty after lust,

All that i own, I own as it is just

And with labour and toil i have these got.

A great empire have I forged for myself,

And thy, without doubt, always know that must,

Built from the very ground, the very crust,

Still no man whom would jewel adorn each shelf.

No man to bathe my form in finest gold,

And this way it has been for time long passed,

A prince or wealthy man could I gain fast,

Should i desire his riches to behold.

One wonders, what aspect i must possess,

To heavy-pocket men so well attract,

Tis’ as i sicken! A plague i have well backed,

With sickening looks a plague i quickly press.

Thou art not the maiden who ever could,

The men of age and fortunes great soon bed,

As this woman thou never could be said

To be, nor be you ever even would.

Child, all on earth possessed by Shangela,

With sweat and blood with effort I have gained

A labourer and warrior ordained,

My work from Earth I am the handler.

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