Love is Self Destructive, I Suppose

They cut down Prometheus to
prove that we were trying, acting as
organ donor for our
self-fulfilling anxieties,
we have decided that we are
to conquer the ancients,
our own personal Orélie-Antoine
but there is no one else here to
declare our insanity, for
when Methuselah burns,
He has left us for the flames
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