The profound mystery of an Olympus mission.
Deep into Virgils dream the midnight vision.
Before time proclaimed an acting hymn of grace.
You were sewn to a soldier with a temptess type face.
As guidance found the end of the mountains farthest range.
Lifted into darkness the first moon of the holy page.
Against a ray of hope the charitable system combined the inner-spirit.
As worlds crumbled beneath the surface, the foundations could hear it.
Sound Oh trumpet blast, for years are still gathered in the coming times.
The gift of political tyrants the power of all-seeing signs.
To be aware of the poetry, Thetis wrote the second Goddess.
A fate scripted in profession the proclamation of God's son made perfect and honest.
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