Rail Prometheus
Rail on brave PrometheusAs birds of prey gouge blind eyes
Light so alluring all heavens 'round
Never meant for saving of dark souls
Gods are jealous, haughty proud creatures
Locked in imaginary kingdoms of freedom
Screaming night prisons masses below
Fire for the world impetuous Prometheus?
Where now the beautiful living light of your eye?
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2015-09-11 at 03:57
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