Persist Destiny Poem by Theorem The Truth Serum

I sit in Apollo's mind
on a couch made of thoughts
floating like a cloud in the air like a ghost
who is chained to the world of the living
Who curses the name of Hades
with colorful adjectives that would turn any day gray
It may fall upon his ears but no one listens
his response is black and soundless
He gives me the night which I fight
with a double edged sword
that stabs at the malcontent

These are the ones that feel the blackness
the stupid and stubborn malcontent
You can feel their lightening but
you cannot hear their thunder
They do not bear any noise
only faces full of bipolar struggles
that create more faults on the face
than the earth contains

Arise
Heal thyself
and all that has become wicked
No life should dwell on any misgivings
Each day declares new beauties
and life can be so divine
We have been given it to exist
so exist and let yourself persist
You owe it to this gift

Arise
You owe it to this gift
So just exist
let your destiny persist