Atlas
Great bald eagle flies towards endless horizon
Above the mountains sun has risen
Below runs horde of bison
The colors whether spring or fall spirit can brighten
Atlas on his shoulders has weight of the world
His muscles are burled
His soul impaired
He is one step away from the underworld
But the one who caries world’s weight
Will be first through heavenly gate
He will not be victim of his fate
Like the eagle he will soar, brilliant strong and great
Beyond increased continuity
Beyond discontinuity
There lies key
That is above whims of destiny
When sky is about to fall
The one who holds it will go to winnowing hall
Because to free the soul
He will step outside of his very soul
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