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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required No one knows his name… He is a villain though his back looks pitiful because he walks with a limp; nevertheless, to hide his complex—one leg is shorter than the other, he bathes with innocent blood and quenches his thirst with the breath a malignant spirit exhaled. He dethroned his father to gain power. He devoured his own offspring to satisfy his insatiable appetite. He chopped ‘Present’ off with an axe sharpened with a stone named ‘Past,’ and stamped on it with his limping leg, to make sure that uncertain ‘Future’ would never be able to germinate. You who survived today somehow, should go to bed with the prayer for tomorrow as the sun goes down. People step out from their homes with hope because the sun rises. They get to their work place to earn a day’s living. They step into the manmade order, the gears, and after all the day’s skidding and crushing in the gears with missing teeth they stop by a tavern, on the way home to relieve the day’s stresses, where the glasses of booze are filled with drifting ripples. It may be a blessed moment. For ‘Present’ is granted in a light-headed haziness from a few shots of whiskey; they see distorted yesterdays and twisted tomorrows, and as the happy mood deepens the comets with long tails crossing the skies fall into the little universe; the glasses they hold in their hand. As stars fall, the limping Cronus hurriedly enters the tavern and brandishes the axe to chop the happy drunkards’ heads off, because he was left out in cold by the drunkards, who were in a happy mood. Note: 1. Titan Cronus and personified chronos-time, are used as synonym 2. Cf: Goya. Saturn [Cronus] devouring one of his children
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