When the sin increases and corruption takes over the shrines,
then the Goddess has to write another story divine
of herself and the others that look like her
who call themselves human but don’t behave likewise.
She writes new chapters
while correcting wherever
she saw the previous plot err
because the old couldn’t function any longer.
She takes charge and writes yet another story,
while remembering many such of glory,
of her bringing justice to maintain the balance,
till the time returns when everything is restored to equivalence.
Because she knows that another such
manuscript is due to be written
about upholding the right with wit
and acting on what should be done
to teach the humans again
about what she meant
when she made her and him
in her image in the beginning.
She starts as one of them.
Then, proceeds ahead with her friends
towards a new beginning of the start
from the previous cycle’s end.
They look human while they aren’t
just like humans’ behaviour and actions.
All gods and true humans
become part of the novel creation.
Nice poem, thanks for sharing.