the epic of gilgamesh
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The room is dark,
littered with remains from feasts of old.
The pair of men sit side-by-side.
Controllers in hand,
the mighty heroes' proclaim their glory.
"I am Gilgamesh,
the mighty king!
Must we live like
Gilgamesh
Inbetween gasps of sorrow
Looking tirelessly
For our loves
Lost
How many times might we mock openly
The will of gods
Even if they do not
