My Jove - Poem by Lei Blade
You are my god, as you don't have emotions,
You are rather cold.
And I, your worshipper, die, cry, to be in your blissfull shadow.
Please, be with me and make it history.
I don't want to bear another Perseus,
I don't want him to criticize you,
Please love me, be with me,
Don't go, be warm with emotions,
And you will, in turn create history,
And the dumb people will discord God's realm,
Hence, making you the one.
You will be my love and the love of the world,
Just by being with me and my son,
We love you, both of us and uncomparable,
The whole world will too,
We have it for you, just for you.
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