to the one on the mountain
built by shredded guilt
nose pointed to apex
a blind selfish bliss
only facing ground people
when you need to feed
devouring our friendly offerings
spitting carelessly the bones
to long have we tried to embrace
this single-minded mind
the folk shall feed each other
cutting off the beast to starve
because nothing grows at the peak
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