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A vain attempt
...written on 2008-02-09, @ 5:50 p.m.
Beautiful Promethues, bound eternal, as the children of God look on. If we had but the strength, we would pry your hands from those punishing manacles and release the Fire of the Gods into the world. Instead we watch, pitiful and helpless, breaking only to wrap ever-appearing wounds in fresh guaze. That eagle, ever-hungry,leaves it fresh and gaping once again. When Heracles comes we will not make a sound until he slays that foul vulture. Only then, while the vile Gods still turn their eyes to pleasure, will we rise creeping over rock and bring you home. Our suffering hero, the man who gave us light.