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No one knows her, but they know her name. Forgotten amongst civilizations forged in iron wrought thick and sharp as hearts cannot - except Apollo’s ***** I suspect she sympathizes with the Gorgon’s plight, running from those who seek Justice as one who speaks Truth. But willful ignorance is strong in Men who turn blind eyes to Daughters defiled on marble floors where the Goddess cries for mercy at the grotesque sight. Admired and despised for her chastity, distrusted for her strength, I imagine she wept at the gate of the Elysian Fields: the cruel reward was irony enough.
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Dec 11, 2019
Dec 11, 2019 at 11:00 PM UTC
Apollo's *****
No one knows her, but they know her name. Forgotten amongst civilizations forged in iron wrought thick and sharp as hearts cannot - except Apollo’s ***** I suspect she sympathizes with the Gorgon’s plight, running from those who seek Justice as one who speaks Truth. But willful ignorance is strong in Men who turn blind eyes to Daughters defiled on marble floors where the Goddess cries for mercy at the grotesque sight. Admired and despised for her chastity, distrusted for her strength, I imagine she wept at the gate of the Elysian Fields: the cruel reward was irony enough.
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22/F/Canada
Dec 11, 2019
Dec 11, 2019 at 11:00 PM UTC
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