Apollo's Requiem

The world's chorus changes everyday.
Its music evolves from its peak of before.
Yet only a select few are recognized for their tune.
Some gems unearthed through my method of traveling the world. Some found through plain coincidence on local radio stations, yet all of them are alike in one-way. They are a part of me, for as a musician I strive for recognition. When I took the mantle to my Godly Requiem, music was my first gift. It is the first divinity I achieved for myself, and will stay with me. Now that I can hear the worlds music I am proud of my title, God of Music.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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