Song for Apollo Apollo, hear my plea, shine a light of truth on me. Decorate with vines and flowers smokey inscense and dew drip showers.
Then of my life an arbor make with honeyed words to decorate. Grind the dirt beneath my feet and sow my words in soil deep.
Shine your sun upon my brow And let me listen as I bow before your minions singing sweet in melodies no words can meet
But in the end your words are fire so burn me on your funeral pyre.


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