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Hermes

         I stand free on Mt. Olympus finally,

As I am done with my worldly ties,

In the world amidst mortals,

I could barely find my feet but I tried.


I struggled because the fight was unreal,

Because my inventions were surreal,

I never got credit for what I deserved,

Truly the question wasn't whether I had served.


The Gods sent me with a purpose,

The message was just a secret,

From time to time, with age to age,

All I had to do was uncover.


Often I got amused,

And did sly acts,

But never got punished too hard,

Because I always had the backing of the Gods.


I've learned to lie,

But isn't existence a lie?

What appears on the surface,

The matter is witness to the cunning and sly.


I've guided souls to the underworld,

Brought back spirits from the clasp of Hades,

Given the shape and form of matter,

As the books were opened, the dead were judged.


I've judged nations,

When all the world was mine,

Exploiting resources,

Well, that's the only crime.


We created the world,

For the mortals to remain free,

But economics had its day,

And chaining mortals was the only way.


But by the grace of God,

That shone upon a few,

Mortals have unchained themselves,

And found a purpose anew.


My inventions created many jobs,

Diplomacy and tact led the way,

Communication and messaging saw a whole new day,

And my spirit breathed a sigh of relief.


For in this mortal realm,

I was not a God that you knew,

I was a prankster, a sly cunning figure,

Who you considered clever.


Anyway, this journey is now at its end,

I've reached where I was supposed to be,

With father Zeus and mother Maia,

May witness the son they longed to see.


Apollo, well it was worth the wait,

Let's play some music,

Bring me the lyre and the drum box I invented,

Let the celebrations begin and party till next time.

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