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Faith in conjured wights
sources misfortune and pain.

It can be likened to
a family, growing.
With children and elderly.
Together they build
a beautiful home.

A miraculous hearth.
Protecting them
with the elements.

Only, to be told, not.
Their salvation,
the future, relies
on a greater hearth.

They need abandon
their humble one.
Which they piously do.
Begrudging the elements.

Instead of the mistaken idea
that their house empty,
their hearth vacant,
is better.

In this solar system,
only on this planet,
is this foolishness known.

Nowhere else carries a belief
in goddess or god
distant from the
place of it's life.