Born of golden shower, loved a woman of starry power, the harpes kiss on oracle's breath, a death unusual for one such as me.

A country’s own choice to stand on its feet, no longer controlled, a victory sweet. In the states I am celebrated with barbecues and a lighted night sky full of bursts in the sky.

In realms where winged sandals dost glide, A slayer of beasts, though mortal, he cried. With shield of reflection, his valor was cast, To save fairest maid from a fate most aghast.

I am broken through time, but don't lose heart. For they repaired me each time, replacing every part. Built anew though I still feel shame. For they still question, am I the same?

Stack me, sell me, put me on a shelf. Use me, ignore me, just don't burn me. Give me dog ears, write on me, or maybe even consider me holy...just please don't ban me.