Son of the Sun

Do not call my captain ignorant
Do not call him a boy
He might have been absent when the era changed
But he was not free

Only a fool like yourself would believe
That a son of Prometheus would feel comfort and peace in silence
Unlike us, they must forever seek meaning and purpose
Forget an era
They are burdened with the task of shaping reality itself
But your words won’t go unpunished
Rebellion of this sort must be cut off at the root

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