May 13, 2014

• A rewrite of my first post (can it be almost 14 years later?)

  Prometheus' Soul

  I am in fact so sorrowful
  To say my soul exists
  For I am but an animal
  And chained like this Prometheus

  My spirit's soul so ripe for raping
  May heal but only by a rebirth free
  So, until my Easter, no escaping
  Yet, "death you cannot give me."

  Are you so gifted, future seer?
  Or limited to see just one?
  I believe I can see more, yet fear
  Perhaps, that I see none

  Good questions in this mind I stow
  For one day later I may ask
  In the meantime I pretend to know
  But that's not freedom's task

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