And he hath turned his back!!
to the women sitting in wait of the black goat
he a glutinous deity! how dare they!
sit so piously at his cloven hooves!
"dont they see the mask he adorns!"
"i know they do not see my girth!"
he thought to him self
wars they cast and stories told
the truth lays in silence, in calm thin
reflective pools
not in arrogant beast
ah, but to no avail shall he go noticed
for the women he wishes to glutionize
can not see the bottom of the still lake,
only there own vain reflection by moon light.
let them rage in battle,
let them rage in coward emotion.
he will take to forest, to sky, to solitude.
and they will live in secular seclusion
trying to fill there open gashes
with relations of bestial lust, wine,
and valueless materials.
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