we found the wrong God
It was built up and onone skull at a time
thought to prevent "progress"-
we sought to conquer toward
a matador sky waiting to be gored.
Where else could we go?
But, to doggedly stay on
this tortured path of the "martyr";
with nary a thoughtful nod,
we found the wrong God.
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