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atlas, the worldbearer
body crushed under the weight of the earth
cursed to struggle, never win but never succumb
over the years his neck hunches, his back curves
his body aches, his muscles tear, ligaments bend, bones break
mind straining for a reason
he calls out to the earth above him, ‘For what have I done?’
in which they respond, ‘It is your duty.’
his mind strains again, ‘And why is it my duty?’
no response comes in return
with immense exertion, he takes the earth off his back, lays it gently in the dirt
Relieved atlast, Yet his neck is still hunched
His spine ever caved to the weight which once was,
His mind still straining for a reason
No atlas for a world without his curse
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