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  If i could get the single chance  I’d have a word or two with Hades  I would tell it to him clear and straight  About my thoughts on how he made these  Impacts on much other stories
If i could get the single chance  I’d have a word or two with Hades  I would tell it to him clear and straight  About my thoughts on how he made these 
In a field of green with grass overgrown, Where the sun touched the earth and moon sang her tune, Sat a maiden of gold and a heart so sweet, 
You better howl if you wanna be heard, wolf, Sing it even if it sounds absurd, wolf, Change is everything—now watch her turn, wolf,
A long time ago, war was small. War was local, contained. Ares, then the god of war, led the world to fight itself, ingrained hatred in all of humanity.  
He was always warned That riches destroy But how can such greatness Turn out so sour? It brought prizes and happiness
            Since blossoming from the florid queen of death herself,there has always been an exquisite beauty in aesthetic variance.The floral goth contrast, the inharmonious perennial dance with darkness
 Persephone By: Cheyenne Green   I was picking flowers in a vast field, Suddenly the earth gouged open and did not yield.
He follows the winds on waters and waves, Oft dragging fishers to their murky graves. He’s an old, frog-faced man with green and black scales,
Coleceanth  Have you seen the rain at night Lumined down by city light? It pounds upon the asphalt here Makes fountains clear as crystal tear.
aphrodite she struts into the clubstealing all the hearts as she does many know heras she owns a beauty empiremakeup, skincare, hair care and moreshe owns it all
A creature created by vulnerable mind We’re familiar all too well, With a deadly grip and demon eyes A messenger come from hell. It’s not rare that when you enter
We weren't singing for you We aren’t posting for you You call us vane? Yet you picture us this way  In your mind Made us look at ourselves like 
Come close, for I have a story of a monster to tell you.   In the world among us lurks a shadow of black It slithers through the woods and soars around clouds
you were always one to reach for the stars   your dad gave you wings and hoped you’d be content with the sky he was afraid
It is said that Persephone ate Six seeds from the pomegranate Hades gave her So she spends Six months with her husband. And six with her mother.   Because her mother does not approve,
The daughter, oh so beloved Pandora,  sat at her first years desk. A baby of life,  just grasping at knowledge, burdened with expectations.
His eyes are disks, His teeth are jacks. His arms sinewed with cables With gold along his back.   A spark of electricity
What is a 'Karen'? She's a mother, nurturing her baby in bloodshed. She goes on constant war paths to protect her baby, an entitled parent some will say...
A vice called Miss Reeper. Miss reeper miss reeper  Right b 4 death u will surely see her
1. a traditional story, especially one concerning the early history of a people or explaining some natural or social phenomenon, and typically involving supernatural beings or events.  
There once was a traveler from a distant land, She traveled to the mountains and the sand, One time she traveled to the furthest peak,
Another day. Another stone Another potential boyfriend gone  Meeting face to face won't work for me  Because those I meet tend to freeze
In his white and black stripe shirt Everyone knew the legendary bigfoot to be the most legendary introvert  Running companies from footlocker, Nike and champs
In his white and black stripe shirt Everyone knew the legendary bigfoot to be the most legendary introvert  Running companies from footlocker, Nike and champs
Alone, suffering, Our hero's minds left to rot, Mental health: forgot.
I mourn the tides of the sea, siren’s calls that once reached my ears fall deaf, lost in a roaring mob. I reach out  to the ocean, to the blue, to love.
Sometimes I find the time to go too fast, And the sounds of the world to be too loud, But when I think back to times past, There must have been a moment where there was no sound.    Less than a second, 
Jinx knew she was in trouble when she saw his name flash across her screen. He, the almightly nail-painter, combat-boot-wearer, bipolar feelings-fucker, he needed her. I mean, she was assuming that's what this was about.
The Uber was early And more radiant than expected From it rope ran Into the setting sky’s Cerulean canvas Tugging what I don’t know,
So there I was sitting down, Locker room was full. And out of nowhere he came round, Like he owned the school. I walked up and he pushed me,
my hair used to be my most prized possession (so i cut it shoulder-length and died it black) as were my dignity and worth, but right now 
The mighty man drew forth the hefty blade But of the phone of apple rather than That of the known sword of Beowulf. He is flocked by friends and mocked by foes whose
Athena is the queen  Aphrodite is next in throne With them in our rule We accept more, love more We know more, fight better Our nation is powerful and true  We are warrior of a nonexistent war
Chasing live vessels filled with blood Hissing rabidly into the night Under the moon, hunting heedlessly
The crowd sees the face Recognizing the infamous brand Awe dominates as they stand As it sweats charisma on command   IS that the myth? No, that's the MAN   The crowd sees the body
The misconceived perception that everyone travels in the same direction The unreliable source that life is full of projection The not so teachable lesson that the world is a place of rejection
  Medusa started her own trend Everyone wanted snakes on their head too But Posiden wouldn't curse them
  Medusa started her own trend Everyone wanted snakes on their head too But Posiden wouldn't curse them
Sissy-fits pushed his rock around the hallways. He pushed his rock around his home  Sissy-fits pushed and pushed and pushed his rock.  His rock never felt at home. His rock always needed to be moved.
Wandering the dim, Hades searches.   Dancing through the light, Persephone considers.  
Orpheus & Eurydice    The two are tangled in the web The web that we call love The two walk by the riverbed The bed that lies above 
Tossing and turning the night before Our hero had to return to another day of war His mighty broad shoulders and thick cut jaw Oh so handsome left all the girls in awe
Handsome with grace Everything in the correct place Ready for action Can’t wait for satisfaction Under the stars light Lighting the night Everything is set State is not over yet  
I live in a land where the people are free. This is home to me as well as many other significant people. Our home is by the deep, tranquil waters of Thailand.
From across the way, I could have sworn she was a Queen.  Or some reawakened Goddess In blue jeans.  Not like the girls in the magazines, 
You are where the sea and the sky meet-A line of the horizon that many have tried to reachBut so magnificent, so beautiful, so ever changing,that no one can help themselves There are stories you tell of merfolk and fae, that you know like they are
I recently realized I could re-draw all of my mythologies - after all i say never beg for power because the powerful never give or bestow power. they act in power.the powerless always has the power to do right.
Medusa, Medusa, my love for 3 years.  Medusa's beauty brings me to tears,  With her beautiful green hair.  How I would love for her to notice me. Medusa never looks my way. Medusa never removes her glasses. 
Whether she blamed him or he blames sheThe fall was always meant to be.The gift of knowledge,Forever blessed,Born from the woman’s mess.Yes it is she, sheWho stole the apple from the tree,
cross my heart and hope to breathe / suck the air into my lungs like a promise broken / like wind in the air singing hymns across a desolate plain / and wish for something different or better or nothing at all / because this is my story and our st
The sun shines well above them, Bringing light and prosperity to those who work hard underneath; After finishing their rest place, the people asked: How can we rest, if there is no night?
there is something about the way he sings his lyrics are a mystery, old like a redwood's age rings.   everyone knows his name they worship the man, Hozier everyone knows of his fame.  
Along the footpath home, I espy an old apple tree.   Branches grabbing past the heavens for something more significant.  
perhaps  the story goes differently  this time just like  the last time icarus falls but this time someone is there to break his fall apollo couldn't
The water gleams like valued crystals Smells of sweet childhood Their vulnerable forms watched over tirelessly Protected by Mr. Kappa
A curious silence  A desparate glare She stands in the creek The wind in her hair   What lies ahead? A world with no care The weeping woman has moved nowhere  
Boy meets girl. Girl turn boy to stone. Alone. Alone yesterday. Alone tomorrow. Alone forever.   Girl see river. Girl questions.
The God’s have fallen from their throne overhead Earth’s shallow winds They told us a myth called “Hiroshima” during our younger years I thought it impossible for the sky to appear as an endless void
A chime rings An ad is placed Full of things Unknown to our race   "Become rich with one trick"
A chime rings An ad is placed Full of things Unknown to our race   "Become rich with one trick"
While I have always sought affection amongts the secrets of the night,  Sharing kinship with the shadows,  Relishing fromt the solitary seduction of it,   I cannot ignore the Sun.  
There once was a peaceful creature hidden away in a sweet cedar forest. The forest was ancient with beautiful features, but never a stranger or tourist  
The huntsman waited    in tanned leather,sword in hand—at last, to  gaze upon the creature.   Around its neck, a wealth  of mane—striking golds,    and fur gilded by  the feverish crimson dusk,
I'll tell you the story of how I killed a Phoenix A Pheonix of the brightest red and orange colors Colors that burned and flamed and lighted up the night, but One Night this bird and I would collide
Nine black boxes float above nine black tables, slick with rain Three beams of light crack into tables, striking in the middle Three tears are shed Three boxes fall the floor, crumbling into the twisted air
You condemn me for your wretchedness,  But who are you to me?  What flame burns within your essence? 
They peer through triangular windows 
In the finite plane of a lifetime; Catching dreams and atoms in a jar A unique rainbow ship to learn to steer Through tossing waves of pathways near and far The masquerade of time my biggest fear  
Love, What is this thing we call love? Does it even exist? Some say it does, Others will say it doesn't! Do we really have to go through such horrible heartbreaks to find true love? Do we have to make ourselves feel so horrible to find that one pe
Part I   A sudden whirlwind And a voice so said   Who, dark counsels By words without knowledge?   Now questions are To be answered!   Where were you?
Sweet Arachne why must you boast so? Sweet Arachne your talent can only go so far.   To offend the goddess in such a manner. Have you no shame? No? You say you could best Athena?
Smart and pretty With a temper  Seldom seen but deadly  like the sleeping dragon  peacful and calm  until disturbed leaving those who cross her burned but wiser going off to tell the tale
O Muse, take pity one me! For I cannot retell half as well as thee! Daedalus, Daedalus, creator of many the glorious thing, Daedalus, Daedalus, the one who gave Man wing, In Crete, that wretched place,
n the end, it’s all paybackYou take one step forward but two backIn your mind you can play it backBut you made your move, you can’t take it back.
There was a sad story, well it was more horrible than any. A story of a woman, a young woman at that... A woman  who spoke kind words, and never felt or suffered hurt.
There was a man in the lake Whose good looks were but a fake. But the envy had spread To Narcissus’ head, And he drowned the man in the lake.
Imprisoned, trapped, confined, Prey to those who hunt us, but blessed with genius, with cunning. The wings of freedom on our backs provide our only hope; the gateway to the heavens,
  Folly then, not folly now Earth about the sun revolves Aristarchus, show us how Minds resist yet thought evolves Puzzle through the paths so cryptic Crossing orbit and ecliptic Or lean
“It is said that Prometheus ascended into heaven and secretly lit his torch at the chariot of Helios, in order to bring down fire to man”
Peep, slip under the surface tension. Dip, sail under the current's one-way mirror. I found your skin buried under the old yew. I fell in love with your form, your ocean grace. Mermaid of fur. Dog of my heart's ship; my ship's heart.
Bravery, a concept of strange humanity Is it real, does it even pertain to me? Myth, legend, flaw of the human brain Something some feel is the need to gain.
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