The metal began shaking,

rattling my entire body,

the angry fist of Atlas losing his grip,


By the power of Prometheus,

Again the finger of man breached the breath of God,

into the realm of nothingness,


Rising from the ashes,

a new shining star,

among the blackness of death,


I found a stone in the rubble,

that shown so brightly, that I began to see,

And to drink of its luster,

is to live forever 


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