to the great rocks of Caucasus?
What heaven sent this dark gadfly
to pick at your hepatic vein?
It is the old regime of gods
since fallen to the Goodly Fere,
It is the tyranny of Zeus
destroyed by so much more than fire.
Why Prometheus, gave you fire
to mortals for their own demise?
Why fight the lightning with its child
when words are so much more potent?
Fire is the weapon of the king,
the warmth of human existence,
which may be denied at his rule
and used to burn his enemies.
Whatever God gave man his speech
Deserves much more praise than you do.
For man may use the fire to fight,
but flames burn without distinction.
Prometheus, I would loose you
To serve a higher, nobler cause.
But, i am also bound beside you
Captured by a tyrant god.
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