Out there in the sunny land of promises

rises a shadow spreading mountain

surrounded by little hills of disbelief

and an anarchistic desert on the horizon

On the twenty-first day of progress

evolution created the early Gods

The sun, the moon, and golden statues

initiating hopeful signs against all odds

As I walk the shady path they traveled

it brings me back to where it all began

Finding my way with the speed of shadows

on a continuous circle following a holy plan

After twenty-one encounters with the start

I realize there is no rewarding destination

Running around in a valley full of pilgrims

all seeking for a biblical confirmation

The mountain shows to be a distraction

it’s shadow just a false religious shield

I have to cross the desert, travel beyond the hills

if I want the purpose of my being to be revealed

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