That Zeus suspected fraudulent design.                                

He couldn’t know that thou so gently wise

Had vision in creation for its own.

For Zeus—when usurpation was in vogue—

Did abrogate mortal ken like a common rogue

By cringing ’top Olympus where he burned

Life’s fuel in hushed incestuous bed.

Pleasure lacking higher motive stoops

To Lotus eating and arty foppery.

Aye, thy wisdom kindled hot my blood,

Seething fierce my heart, to brand an epitaph:

Prometheus, brother to Christ!

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