The final stage of waxing,
Look south and upon high.
The moon in all its glory,
Sailing through the sky.
First praise Mother Ninlil,
Begetter of the moon.
Then her son Nergali,
Will be your focus soon.
His time will come when moon does wane,
Now for curse and strife.
Time to bring destruction,
To the bad things in your life.
Lend love unto Nergali,
Whilst dancing ’round the fire.
Offer him temptation,
and all that he desires.
©CMA 2020
As found in Sermons
The Angry Farmer 