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Untamed Emerald Stone
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You open the parchment and pour over it, your mind breaking apart and translating patterns as you read.
When the skies above were not yet named
Nor earth below pronounced by name,
Apsu, the first one, their begetter,
And maker Tiamat, who bore them all,
Had mixed their waters together,
But had not formed pastures, nor discovered reed-beds;
When yet no gods were manifest,
Nor names pronounced, nor destinies decreed,
Then gods were born within them....
Hmm, appears to be some sort of primitive analogy for universal creation. You continue further.
He [Marduk] sliced her [Tiamat] in half like a fish for drying:
Half of her he put up to roof the sky,
Drew a bolt across and made a guard to hold it.
Her waters he arranged so they could not escape....
Ahh... propaganda. You see the chorus painting themselves to be the conquering victors; triumphant slayers of chaos and builders of the firmament.
Blood I will mass and cause bones to be.
I will establish a savage, ‘Man’ shall be his name.
Verily, savage-man I will create.
He shall be charged with the service of the gods
That they [the gods] might be at ease!
You've read enough. This pompous tripe goes on at length, establishing the civilization here as doting servants, boasts of conquest over various primeval monstrosities, and documents several episodes of incestuous savagery.
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