Souls Apart

There is a myth, a story told
Of how man was in days of old.
And how the gods created him
To entertain; their lives so dim.
Man had two heads and four legs, too
He was complete, his joy was true.
Into a godless rage went they
They sought to tear his joy away.
And so they rent man's soul asunder
Left to roam the world and wonder.
Trying to find their soul's release
And give their vagrant heart some peace.
So ever more shall man endure
To find his soul complete and sure.

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