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Cover Your heavens, Zeus

With cloud vapor

And try Your strike, as a boy

Beheading thistles,

Against oaken trees and mountain heights;

You still must leave me

My Earth standing

And my hut ,which You did not build,

And my hearth, home's glowing

My Fire that You begrudge me!

I know of nothing poorer

Under the sun than You gods!

Indigently You feed

Your majesty

On proffered sacrifice

And breathfuls of prayer.

You would starve to naught

If not children and beggars

your hopeless fools

When I was a child

That knew not its way in the world.

I would lift my deluded eyes

To the sun as though out beyond it

There were an ear to hear my complaints

A heart like mine

That would take pity on my oppression.

Who came to my aid

Against the Titans' and their insolent rage?

Who delivered me from death,

From slavery?

Was it not you, sacred heart ablaze,

Who achieved it all?

And, swindled in your youth and good will,

Did you not glow, with thanks fit for a Savior,

Against that mere Sleeper on high?

I should honor You?

For what?

Did You ever gentle

The ache of my burden?

Did You ever dry

The tears of tribulation?

Was I not forged to manhood

By Time Almighty

And Eternal Destiny,

My masters and Yours?

Perhaps You believed

I should find life hateful,

And flee to the wilderness

Because not all my blossom-dreams

Reached ripeness?

Behold

Here I will sit, fashioning men

In my own image,

A race after my likeness,

A race that will suffer and weep,

A Race to Despise You! , as i do !

And rejoice and delight with heads held high

And heed Your will no more

Than I!

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