Oh, conquistador, god has led me to your door, my body aches from my neck down to my feet.
Wont you give me food to eat?
“No”, says the conquistador, “you seem oh too full”. ‘Thou shall not be greedy’, he thinks
“But”, the conquistador says, “you shall fest on the word of god.”
The woman is baffled, “you have stolen my home?” She says, “food is no more because it is all yours to own.”
“That is untrue,” he says, “i am here to spread the gospel of the one true god.” His door is shut now
The woman stands, hands empty as her stomach.
The conquistador opens the door once more, a bible drops at her feet, and it is closed again.
The woman stumbles away, and drops to the floor, shes at deaths door now. It is more peaceful than the mans, she thinks.
Before she goes, she smells the mans making of supper.
It soothes her stomach the smallest bit, whilst she suffers.
God has led her to virtue
Which one is worst is not up to you