Foreboding clouds gather above me
As I stand tall in youth and envious vanity
Coveting the power of God, spiteful of destiny, unbounded ability
Suddenly, struck down, smitten by divine fists on the shoulders
Blows of God’s wrath rain upon me, the scolding chastisement of Nemesis
Turned away from Faustian destiny
The truth revealed:
Lie, outstretched and prostrated to fate.
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