“Let me tell you a secret; the gods envy us because we are mortal.”

Achilles, Brad Pitt – Troy

They envy us.

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They turned us into dust.

They fed off our lust.

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They turned us into trees.

Mortal men and women they begged to please.

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They turned us into birds. 

They slaughtered us in herds. 

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Their toys. Play things. 

Just for the joy we could bring.

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They raped mortal women.

Ensnared mortal men.

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They turned is into stone.

They stripped to the bone.

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They envied us.

We create a fuss.

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We bleed. 

Stand on false creeds.

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We die.

We cry. 

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But they envy us?

Them, we discuss.

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Them, we want to be.

For forever. The things we could see.

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Immortal. Trade places.

See their faces?

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If I live another 300 years – fair,

would I be a billionaire?

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If I had another 200 years,

would I get it right? Fight all my fears?

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If I had another 100 years,

would I get it right? Dry humanities tears?

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If I had another 50 years, would I get it right? 

Find the love of my life and hold him tight?

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If I had another life time,

would I have a best selling rhyme?

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They envy us.

We envy them. Made them our truss.

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We did the next best thing. 

What to this life do they bring?

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Worshiped to this day;

through the moon, stars, and decay. 

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They envied us.