The deity descended in all her glory
Among devotees for the ever untold story.
Close to them was a herd, not so devoted,
Sacrificing their last breath, transfixed & defeated.
Belief demand offerings without reason.
Life had never known of such a religion.
Hail! the devotee who had the guillotine!
Nonetheless life-taking, despite its shape serpentine.
A luckiest first made his way thru the crowd,
The devotees, now, more absorbed in the idol, felt proud.
The animal thought of his familyherd, a last time,
The pang to separate, due, at this holy shrine.
Facing the idol, he closed his eyes in submission,
His generations to follow suit, was still his crushing anticipation.
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