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.
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