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The Gentle Cyclopes


They call you a beast a freak of nature with one eye,

But I know the truth which is your heart is bigger than your physical size 

You can act as tough as you please, but

Truly I say, do not think because you have been banished and locked away 

That you have to live alone in darkness all day.

Come with me beast in which I know, let me show you the way of the world 

At least of the little I know. We can travel together and learn as we go, 

Forgetting about the antagonists we know, such as Apollo: 

The god of the sun or so they say, the one who which we both know 

Came to your familiy in a uncaged rage, 

Taking their lives, filling you with a fervor of fear,

Making you turn away from what mother nature holds oh so dear.  

NO MORE! I say to you, come with me so I can show you the way. 

The way to a happy life,

One not filled with pain,

A way the true God wishes you to live, come see Jesus the king that lives.

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