I am the tenth muse of a poet class
hidden in the void, the lights shines so bright
Apollo of each shines toward the sight,
of clay men and forethought holding the last
Gaia and Uranus; home to the deep
suggesting chaos that holds in the mind,
and sublime afterthought is a class sign,
reflected inside; the castle wall keep
were found is searched in my own suggestion
All is nothing in this reality
controversy promotes the heresy
Titans hold solid to there attention
and gifting Zeus with a powerful force
close the heavens, Olympus faded course
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