Once he was mighty, once enlightened; he has now been left alone to cower beneath the weight
The Titanomachia of endurance, the man of all daring deeds, the astronomer of the Heaven's
Many names fill the world of which he could be called, but only one fulfills what he truly is
Said to have lead the mightiest of roles, into a raging battle upon the people within the stars
Or so the storyline is told; he was a stout hearted child, but would very soon be a broken man
His wandering gaze flickers upon the stars in the flooding of the black universe's night sky
The man's tears have been diluted with the caked dirt upon his strained and lined face
Punished for the crimes in which he believed was righteous, his duty to his brother's service
But he was wrong , and thoroughly punished for his heinous deeds against the Olympians
For eternity, bade to hold Uranus away from the seeking sights of the creatures called humans
Holding up, holding so tightly, and his fingers begun to slip out of their clenching grasp
Unfurling endured fingers, he wonders if the right thing would be to let it all fall down into Hell
To Hell with it all, to Hell with this world, To Hell with Humanity
Letting his fingers slip from their gnarled grip upon the edges of existence, an inch at a time
Minute by minute, he could feel the crumbling edges of both their worlds, realigning themselves
His muscles; thus were forever deemed to scream in agony, to hold the weight for eternity
And his punishment by Zeus severely claimed; never to let the bonds of either worlds break
Piecing themselves back together, in their rightful places, the weight began to lighten
But this man was a trickster at heart, his fingers slowly unhinged themselves from their steely grip
If the sky should slip any further, the worlds both below and above should perish,
The weight of existence grows heavily with each passing day, all was on his shoulders
And he knew it
Jul 4, 2013
Jul 4, 2013 at 4:25 PM UTC
Once he was mighty, once enlightened; he has now been left alone to cower beneath the weight
The Titanomachia of endurance, the man of all daring deeds, the astronomer of the Heaven's
Many names fill the world of which he could be called, but only one fulfills what he truly is
Said to have lead the mightiest of roles, into a raging battle upon the people within the stars
Or so the storyline is told; he was a stout hearted child, but would very soon be a broken man
His wandering gaze flickers upon the stars in the flooding of the black universe's night sky
The man's tears have been diluted with the caked dirt upon his strained and lined face
Punished for the crimes in which he believed was righteous, his duty to his brother's service
But he was wrong , and thoroughly punished for his heinous deeds against the Olympians
For eternity, bade to hold Uranus away from the seeking sights of the creatures called humans
Holding up, holding so tightly, and his fingers begun to slip out of their clenching grasp
Unfurling endured fingers, he wonders if the right thing would be to let it all fall down into Hell
To Hell with it all, to Hell with this world, To Hell with Humanity
Letting his fingers slip from their gnarled grip upon the edges of existence, an inch at a time
Minute by minute, he could feel the crumbling edges of both their worlds, realigning themselves
His muscles; thus were forever deemed to scream in agony, to hold the weight for eternity
And his punishment by Zeus severely claimed; never to let the bonds of either worlds break
Piecing themselves back together, in their rightful places, the weight began to lighten
But this man was a trickster at heart, his fingers slowly unhinged themselves from their steely grip
If the sky should slip any further, the worlds both below and above should perish,
The weight of existence grows heavily with each passing day, all was on his shoulders
And he knew it
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