The Mountain Goddess

She was their sole deity, their protector, they respected her
 Because of her, hearts arose; their art and prose reflected her
 All of society crafted around her benevolence
 With daily prayer regiments to express their sentiments
 Worship is simple when there's physical proof provided
 They all saw the mountain; literal truth inside it
 Only one place to check to give her grace respect
 The ridge revealed the outline of her face and neck
 Her features etched in such a divine manner
 The villagers all knew they had a benign planner
 Her renown was global, yet while they enjoyed her valor
 Their goddess was immobile and devoid of power
 Luckily, almost none of them knew the secret
 Entrusted were the high monks because few could keep it
 Back to the deepest eras of human history
 To explain the source of this illusion's mystery
 Centuries ago, during an earlier society
 Before piety, expression was created excitedly
Some apt to perform music, others told stories
 Some crafted great sculptures to relive old glories
 This mountain was engraved as a tribute to wives
 True meaning lost, it found ways to contribute to lives
 Over time, one man's great project was misinterpreted
 A god read into the art form of a personage
 Her reign grew via the people; they added rules and wrath
 A doctrine created out of half-beliefs which fooled the mass
 But none of it was real, not a single speech or talk
 Yet they all still worship the useless preacher's rock