The Body Of Yemo

Come all praise the body of Yemo All ye born from the blood of Yemo Come all praise the body of Yemo All ye born from the blood of Yemo In the beginning there was nothing Neither being, nor non-being There was not the air, nor the sky, nor the heavens beyond There was no land, no sea, no cool waves The earth was nowhere. There was only the chasm, the darkness, the void, and the, endless night And from this nothingness a great being appeared The father of the sky, and all that ever was He held out his hand into the blackness and in his palm a shape appeared Round and smooth, radiating soft with light It was the form of an egg, the first life of the universe And From this primordial form emerged Yemo, the twin who was one. The first one A gigantic a being neither man nor woman Awakened too nothingness Born alone A soft light in the darkness A womb of gold From the hand of the father A new form was birthed A great horned aurochs The sustenance of blood Yemo looked up to the great being, the father of the sky and asked "Oh great father who hath created me, who am I and what I am to do?" The father looked down on his spawn and said "You are the first one. Yee shall set forth in the darkness and creatith the world." Overwhelmed with the burden of their task Yemo looked at their hands and asked "But father, how am I to do this," But when they looked up The father was gone Yemo did as commanded Wandering eternity But consumed by seclusion Yemo broke off a horn From the head of the beast It bled, as it screamed Yemo took the horn and drove it first into their head They puled it down through their body opening their chest Yemo fell to the ground dead with a thud But From the wound, amid the gushing blood emerged Manu, the first man As Manu stood up, he saw the remains had changed He knew then that they had become the first woman As blood spilled from the body, it hardened in the emptiness And from his sister's death, the creation had begun Manu knew then what he must do With bare hands he reached down and dismembered the body From her bones he crafted the land; the hills and the valleys From her blood he made the rivers and the seas From her flesh he made the living earth And from her sinews he wove the forests and grasslands Manu saw then a spirit where the body had been Glowing on this new earth. the Spirit of Yemo, the undivided form He took Yemo's light and sent down into the below the earth where it created the, underworld Yemo was the king of this place, the fist being to die, the god of death and the ancestor of men And with Yemo's brain he fashioned Trito, the third one; he who could enforce the, will of the will of sovereign Right With these acts Yemo had become Manu the first Priest of sacrifice Trito the warrior protector, the ruler of the dead, and the first woman from who's body the world was made