Atlas us, a world do hold
on our shoulders bent and bowed.

All our might to hold on high,
the pieces of a falling sky.

Once upon a time ago.
Mighty pillars held it so.

But time their glories turned bereft,
foundations remnants all that's left.

Once composed of all the world.
Nations gathered, now lay hurled.

Shattered systems careless strewn,
left to rot amidst their ruin.

Majestic once the world their own.
The sun upon them ever shown.

Now reduced to shadows only;
broken, angry, scared and lonely.

Their weighty hubris crumbled mass,
ticking through time's hourglass.

Of all the earth a few were master,
till rivalry gave birth disaster.

As clouds of war did roar and rumble,
the sagging sky began to tumble.

Then rose two giants from the ashes.
Who saved the sky, between their clashes.

And grabbing hold the pillars tattered.
Each the other smashed and battered.

On and on the giants battled,
as the blows the heavens rattled.

Colossus both, though juxtaposed,
Titans, different each composed.

Us of copper, steel, and stone.
Them of iron, flesh, and bone.

"Come" we pleaded "all unwanted".
"Obey!" demanded they undaunted.

Growing ever each their powers,
striving each for heavens bowers.

At last one giant finally falls,
down upon its iron walls.

Victors we, alone now standing,
all the world of us demanding.

Tower us above them all.
Holding heaven, lest it fall.

As Atlas was, in ancient verse,
to bear this burden we are cursed

No other recourse can there be,
none who can take this weight from we.

So here we stand, and stand alone.
The world about our ankles thrown.

At us a world with hate may cry,
but on our shoulders sits the sky.


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