Kronos* is rising again, my Goddess
I would love to kiss you there, Athena
Before I remove your underbodice
And you carry me to your arena
Zeus, the largest planet, will be renewed
As original names claim their renown
Greece on Gaea with nothing to allude
The past will catch up before the breakdown
Rome has gone to condign oblivion
After ruthless conquest through blood rivers
Rome is sinking like an Olympian
Who forgot the ground hangs on for givers
Athens ordained in virgin olive oil
As Pythagoras regains every coil
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* Kronos was the original Greek name of Saturn.
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Dedicated to yesterday, since today is dying and tomorrow does not exist.
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Patrick M. Ohana
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