An Ode to Sekhmet

Oh Queen, Oh Mother…protect my weak form with your awesome glory
Oh She whose home is the wrathful flames of justified vengeance,
Oh she whose face shines like the sun, look upon your child with your divine patience
Oh She who is the burning fires of passionate retribution…hear me, hear me Oh my Mother
I beseech you Mother bestow upon me your fiery blessing, place upon my existence your divine mark of benevolence
I ask you to strike down my enemies with the fires of justice and take unto your divine breast the just and kind
Add your strength, oh Mother, for I am weak.