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Walking through the tundra,

It was a never ending plod,

Tracking through the snow,

In hope to meet with God.



Would I find him here?

How could this be so?

Then I came across,

A hunting Eskimo.



He then waived me behind,

As he stalked his prey,

Needed if his family fed,

On this God searching day.



It was with great stealth,

That he paced his seal,

It then turned and came,

Lumbering at me across the field.



For a moment I was lost,

Then with conscious pride,

I unleashed my blade,

And thrust deep inside.



As the blood ran indigo,

Upon the clear white field,

A bright, white memeric light,

Made us raise our hands to shield.



There on the horizon,

The largest seal of all,

A thousand miles wide,

And a thousand miles tall.



We looked upon in awe,

As it roared "Yes this is so,

You must be able to kill God,

If it's God you want to know."