Muses ravage me immensely.
impose heat and power.
raise my word to levels
I myself thought impossible.
Muses have this, they give this strength.
They devastate me and rebuild me.
They make the heart bluster,
they make it beat faster they break me
and put me back together stronger.
But I thought I was under curse and hot fever,
I thought I would never recognize goodness again
so far in to the darkness of arbitrary lust and infatuation.
But I lifted myself back up with a million liters of fuel in reserve
and vocabulary in my cannons.
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