The gods demanded sacrifice, so we found poisoned souls and offered them above. There was a great convulsion in the sky, and never did the oracles speak again. We erased what had been from the texts, and forbade ourselves to tell our sons.
I never doubted the wisdom of what we did, the freedom we won, but there are dawns that find me wondering about the unrecorded things our fathers might have done.
.finis.
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1 comment:
huh. does raise some questions, doesn't it? That little bit you wrote seems almost like something someone might include in a philosophy or religion studies paper.
Cool.
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