Legend of:The Cyclopean Spirits of Malta [Poetic Mythos] Now For At any time Globe

Interior gigantic-walls

Mom Earth

Goddess

[The Cyclopean Temples of Malta

5200 BC]

The farmer, the fisherman, the village,

Even the spirits of the dead

And the clergymen cried, as their blood flowed,



And they died...

[The Spirits never forget]



two.



a few.

(Some have in no way died]

Oracle

The Oracle was identified as on to intercede,

To give guidance

And the two spirits even now dwell

At Ggantija's http://ezeefind.in/housing/ Temple

All to appease our Mom Earth,

Goddess of all



The Spill, that the Mother Goddess

Cast on them was strong

"It is the blood of the clergymen," their



Spirits are alive..."

"We will have to die tonight," whispered

Tarxien to Mnajdra

They are all correct listed here, in the sands and stones,

('...burn off up them with the blood')

She speaks, Mother Earth, Goddess

Of Fertility, to all lifestyle

The inhabitants could not set out

The turbulent hearth

Notice: prepared: in January and revised in February of 2005 Poetic Mythos



Darkened by the temple shadows

Are reflecting illustrations or pictures--

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Moist and moistened, heat blood

"Sprinkle rams blood on them--

Place them on the change...!"

Cyclopean architecture--

Plastered and painted with blood

Images--rituals of Purification

(Who gave us delivery?)

(The citizens cried)

Made by giants of aged, with

4.

Daring they stand, on the sands of

Malta--by the Mediterranean

Slabs on slabs, shrines important

The spirits retain in brain

1.

Confined Version, to fifty [50] signed and

Numbered copies by the writer:

five.

Roofed all over, like a dome

Sacrifices with burnt bones...

This is the primitive cyclopean

Neolithic interval...

The Temples



Even the beauties--the women have not



Still left, with amazing faces and breasts

No just a person could ascertain out why the blood

From the alter less than no instances dried

Dotted with statues and temples of stone

Indistinct at twilight

"Seize them!" was a voice afar--

"Whirl them aloft..."



From the branches of the tree of day-to-day residing,



Her offshoots spring

The Spirits

Statuettes, carvings, alters

But the residue of their spirit was even now

Properly and alive...

Sacrifices