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My Prometheus

He brought fire to me so that I could live.

By Matt B.Published 3 years ago • 1 min read

Prometheus, he kneeled before me

And carefully stole from the gods

All that my soul desired, all

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Devious, he approached his hand to me

With the blessing of fire, he’s odd

But careless of himself he’s free

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Prometheus, he lit his lighter

And though he was bleeding tired

He chose to steal the fire

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For me

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Prometheus, he then stared

As I discovered the light

Was in his eyes, he was scared

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As in a long starred night

When Romeo fears Juliet’s death nigh

But not his own demise

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Prometheus, he nothing else feared

Nothing, since nothing I feared

Such was his titanic love

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With gold, he touched my lips

“Too sweet for cigar” he objected

But he always lies while a zippo he strips

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Prometheus, he the gods and Zeus cursed

And they chastised him away

We only have together left today

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My Prometheus, I’ll never forget

That you doomed yourself

Just for my cigarette.

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    Written by Matt B.