A reply from Prometheus
I asked in an imaginary poetic mood,
A question to Prometheus
why can’t you quench the fire
which you thoughtlessly stole?
Hell fire is raging in Heaven,
Earth is quaking, shaking,
Out came a prosaic reply,
I can’t quench, there is NO WATER,
too much of sinning around me.
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