Ov My Herculean Exile

A blinded hermit in oblivion, disgraced
 Like Odysseus lost in Poseidon's endless domain
 In a realm devoid of solace, I roam
 But these sorrows are mine, and mine alone
 Wayward like a forlorn mutt astray
 Stertorous I heave Atlas' torturous weight
 I am lost in a moment and the moment is lost in me
 But I shall endure new life in my agony
 With anima sprawled open
 With corpus violently split
 I bled for you
 Now you bleed for me
 I do not possess the prowess of mighty bards and poets
 Void of ambition to evangelize (evangelize)
 Yet there's poetry in my blasfemia to be freed
 So, chant on ye filthy whores, profane and so malign
 With anima sprawled open
 Corpus of boundless rifts
 I wept for you
 Now you weep for me
 With hearts profoundly scorched
 Wounds weeping sanguine
 I burnt for you
 Now burn without and within
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 Lend thy ear onto me
 And heed my prayer
 Incline thy all-seeing eye
 And heed my call
 This war cry could never be silenced
 But weep no more my brethren
 Thy herculean labor shall endure forevermore
 Forevermore
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 Shall endure forevermore
 Forevermore
 Forevermore