tick Hera nowadays

She has granted us what sin has promised,
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is sent drink down from the travail of her eyebrow.
Weep for us Mother,
while we prevarication in tombs of give the axe.
Her paunch is swollen with the chronicle of our discontent.

She breathes heavy on us
with to each one combustion condensation.
Her moil is acute and vexes



her to screams of sparks.
The unquiet kid of human race
is rousing in the womb of a godforsaken.
Mediate for us Mother,
with the nascency of best beginnings
and deport us from the work force of the embittered hour.