There are some who know every verse of the sacred text, but don't have a drop of the Mother's mercy in their blood
We're often stuck with the names our enemies give to us
The Warrior punishes those who believe themselves beyond the reach of justice. But the Mother shows her mercy to those who kneel before her
The poor disgust us because they are us, shorn of our illusions. They show us what we'd look like without our fine clothes. How'd we smell without perfume