The Mountain Goddess
She was their sole deity, their protector, they respected her
Because of her, hearts arose; their art and prose reflected her
All of society crafted around her benevolence
With daily prayer regiments to express their sentiments
Worship is simple when there's physical proof provided
They all saw the mountain; literal truth inside it
Only one place to check to give her grace respect
The ridge revealed the outline of her face and neck
Her features etched in such a divine manner
The villagers all knew they had a benign planner
Her renown was global, yet while they enjoyed her valor
Their goddess was immobile and devoid of power
Luckily, almost none of them knew the secret
Entrusted were the high monks because few could keep it
Back to the deepest eras of human history
To explain the source of this illusion's mystery
Centuries ago, during an earlier society
Before piety, expression was created excitedly
Some apt to perform music, others told stories
Some crafted great sculptures to relive old glories
This mountain was engraved as a tribute to wives
True meaning lost, it found ways to contribute to lives
Over time, one man's great project was misinterpreted
A god read into the art form of a personage
Her reign grew via the people; they added rules and wrath
A doctrine created out of half-beliefs which fooled the mass
But none if it was real, not a single speech or talk
Yet they all still worshipped the useless preacher's rock
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Mind Fuck
Good luck duke.