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And thus our fate is decided
By those residing over and beyond
It has always been thus
Since the dawn of time
When Prometheus created mortals,
Gave them forethought, artisan skills, stature
And fire for warmth.
Despite the Titan’s benediction
Mortals are still playthings,
Mere pawns in celestial hands
Controlled and manipulated,
Moved at will across a game board,
Conquered, subjugated and discarded
Laid out on squares, like vanquished objects.
Mortals: for all their brawn and physical prowess;
All their cognitive skills and intellect;
All their intuition, vision and wisdom;
They are nothing more than marionettes,
Forever pulled and dominated
Aspirations thwarted, destiny decided;
It is the Olympians who reign supreme
The ultimate puppeteers, laughing.
The mere mortals, fatally beaten
Their lives hanging by a delicate thread.
It was always thus. |
