has_but_rhyme FtLoT Generations pain Mankind’s power Lost in a vortex As complex as a flower Chaos incarnate Within Ethereal fray Ecstasy of inspiration Forbidden to stay Seeking freedom From a room w/o walls Tying them together With infinite halls Like Prometheus’ gift Opened man’s eyes Zeus’ oppression Convinced them of lies. But what of that dove, Promised above? Lost in that hour Scourged by the flower. 050126 what's it to you? who go blather from