Flashing red,
Flashing blood.
Despair throttled down my spinal cortex.
Reason lost in shock,
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Paned over twenty-three times by Olympus' hand,
The Pegasi of Eatos fell—
Winged steeds once borne by Eos, now broken.
My obsession: insanity.
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Looking sharply at the setting sun.
The reddish-yellow colour brimming with diversity.
The rock I turned into my throne,
Urgently eroding away into mystery.
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Ye may ponder my discovery fallacy,
But fantasy I shalt follow not.
Evil may be what thou appoint me,
But if two gods clash in lies and deception,
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It must be an awkward life.
Not knowing the science of life.
Not knowing that stars are balls of flame,
Producing heat through nuclear fusion at their core.
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A warrior forged in might,
He swam the seven wrathful seas,
Not for coin, nor for kingship,
But to seize eternal glory in the name of men.
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An old man opens his eyes,
Dreaming of the day he once dreamt of death.
A novel stood nearby,
Resting quietly by the side of his bed.
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Unto the midst of hell.
I remained chained to my warrant of freedom,
My body knows only the sting
That sleeps in the hands of my tormentor.
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