Prohairesis and Krosis
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Prometheus, if bound before he brought
Us fire, that tragedy would bring a loss
Worth telling. Beaks and talons would have caught
His liver in our winter spread across
An Arctic and Antarctic waste. The bind
Of darkness and of cold would be far worse.
Our souls and minds would live in frozen, blind
Paralysis and drive not life but hearse.
If Lucifer had stood forever by
Jehovah’s thrones of God and Christ,
And ever bowed and sung to them with sigh
Of modesty, all chances would be iced.
The gods and God decided for free will
And thus our glory comes, and thus all ill.
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