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I was laughing at all the hours spent in sweaty toil ...
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The breaking point of independence tilled from arid soil,
A sense of proportion filled me as I threshed in red light ..
Oh the day I taste a meal from these lands may never come;
Though I love my work on this fourth planet from the Sun.
Six hundred and eighty seven days, in which a crop to raise.
On rock red with iron, tortured by Sol's rays.
A process preformed by Human hands so far from home that it demands a sacrifice just as the Greeks and Romans did with their Aurochs in the Spring.
A sacrifice of my own blood,
Mixed with rust,
Produces love.
A love so true and encompassing that one day Mars will submit to me, becoming my consort in green. And then I will feast on the bounty of lean yet healthy plants, a Vegan repast.
Until that time comes to pass,
I work as no other has,
To tame a land.
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... When I realized that Mars does not breathe like Men, and all my crops were lost.
------ For once as I, in Heaven climbed
Too high for truth to truly see
My sunken mind, drunken and blind
Saw the lie: The fool was me...
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