Oh divine Muses bring me with your soft wings clamorous whispers of creation. Make all sadness disappear from my heart because my body of a god just want Joy and Wine. Bring the Fire from the heart of the Creator's land to the feet of all my companions , we want to make our Dances. Good Pan play your Flute, good Orpheus, play the Lyre...
This is my Poem to the Rules
Chains
No other name I can give you
as Hate is what's filling my brain
No other thing
Unholy
You came to us from the ashes
Fooling with your same all story
Which make us fear.
Words
Written by some dark magicians
Well trained in profits and loss
And of course greed.
Behold
Now they have to judge on themselves
You see them use the Law so wrong
No shame on it.
Break free
Take every lesson from the wind
Life don't tolerate laws like these
Soon you will see
The Youth of Bacchus, 1884 by William-Adolphe Bouguereau
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The Youth of Bacchus, 1884 by William-Adolphe Bouguereau
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