Prometheus
Zeus will make me pay my dues
Hurtful words like birds of prey
Circle and swoop
Digging into my sensitive soul
Words with hooks, beaks and talons
Latching on to a soft piece
Pulling till it hurts and hurts
Like Prometheus,
My soul has an endless supply of sensitive soft tissue
I have to pay my dues
For the pot of gold that buys a plot of land
For Baucis and Philemon
For I am their progeny
Paying for her brother’s sins
Till the time the soul leaves flesh
And words are just vibrations in the air
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