No sleep, no dreams, no making mankind's peace
The furies for company and the rejection of that infinity
Abomination of my clay brothers...
We are the mud and filth of this earth
Of what we can or would become
This likeness is what we are
Artist of my clay spirit
I am the reclaimed fallen son
Of what we can or would die to see:
A fire in the hearts of men
In blackest day of generations
My end is to end as the dead
We dead promethean sons
End of the dead
"Titans, Behold your God!"
Bow before the potter's Son
My end is to end as the dead
Promethean child!
"Titans, Behold you God!"
He canst become no clearer
God of all, star inwoven
He hast love beyond!
Reaper!
"Champion of heaven's slaves"
Oblivion Son
We canst grieve no more...
Io! Barest of love
Oblivion soul
We canst bare no more...
(Quotes taken from Shelly's "Prometheus Unbound" and Keat's "Hyperion".) |
