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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