Conquistador
setting out to conquer,
I travel within,
worlds filled with innocence,
soon put to the flame,
destroy and vanquish,
the beliefs held here,
never explored,
never discovered,
only buried in the ruins . . . . .
a map of my conquests,
tacked to my wall,
but late at night,
when the sweat begins,
and the mind reels in fear,
I wonder about the worlds lost,
my sins,
tacked to the wall.
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