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They walked

In twos on 

All fours with

Goat faces and 

Nails of iron

They climbed

My spine crooked

With injustice 

And love voided

Seeking truth in

Human dialect

And faith

Dividing wit

Reasoned and 

I paced alone

Into darkness

Where light was

Embraced by

Seedlings of

Forgotten fortune