I behold the visage of a black god,

Knowing that Isis and Mary are veiled,

Old crones that did nothing but merely cackled,

As the men, astonished, sat down and awed.

Feminine creatures, covered in green scales,

Gnash razor teeth and swing their giant tails,

Living for centuries below the ground,

Smells blood in the air like a basset hound.

Placed on this planet to mine for gold ore,

Nothing less and certainly nothing more.




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