From the belly of Titans and the land of Spartans
Through luscious greenery
Whose roots have felt the weight of the worlds civilizations
Below the blue dome capped sky
Where Aristotle would tell of Achilles heel
Before gazing upon the trusted constellations etched
Like lit souls into the slumbering heavens

Passed down from generation to generation
Mythology of my own heart and of words
Are such as rocks tossed behind Deucalion and Pyrrha
Ushering victory and rebirth to the people
My hidden agenda, under the guise of indifference

An oath to God or an oath the people
Crisscrossing paths
With a conflagrated razor sunken into the intersection
Demise is written upon my chest, yet I yearn for acceptance
In the hollowed out vessel that scapegoats Jesus blood

Tall tales of heroism and valor
Such as the Gods and myths of Ancient Greece have committed
Where my name comes from,
Is what I idolize
Some would ponder narcissism on my behalf
Though if monuments were constructed in my honor
Let them call Nicholas Over God self centered
For I have resided in the foreground for too long
A voice outspoken yet silenced by the shill cries of trauma
Ushered to me by succubus
Love drowned in the sorrows of upturned wineskins
Searching sadly for a more tangible road
To bear the lighter cross of this world

Take away DeLisa under God
An oxymoron that man has been slow to realize
Clutching in pocket and clockwork
To the identity of man
Misanthropy is the true identity
And I shall rise to the peak of it
Where knees adorn me
In more way than one