Voices that whisper
in my head
are telling me
I’m done.
That I’ve
already
won.

Why don’t I feel it
yet though?
Are they lying to me?
Could it be
I was misled
instead of
Chosen One?

Truth is..
I couldn’t be misled
of this.. I know,
in fact, I am.
By whom? Nobody.
Other than my own
damn self.

God willeth
just the same
upon you also,
if you open up
your liver to it,
my dear friend.

Open to have it
be consumed
by birds
of prey
out of
your
body
to no
end.

Now that
is what I call..
Prometheus’s
final laugh.