The mountains
The Gods are old here.They are bigger than us,
Greater than we are.
We can cut into them,
strip them, and reduce
them into rubble.
But, we can never
build anything that
can inspire such awe.
Our hands only make clutter,
Devoid of spirit and meaning.
We can only make pale imitations.
Could we kill these Gods?
Anything is possible.
But.
No matter what, a part
of them will always remain
standing tall and majestic.
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