Everyday, I beat myself against the waves
Trying to soothe their aching songs
As a trident's sent to slit my throat
I narrowly avoid my grand death,
Grasping onto every breath
Until the storms gather over my eyes,
And the riptides threaten to swallow me
The seas scream into my ears
And all my strength disappears
As the wild wind lunges at my arms,
I escape narrowly, with my rudimentary charms
They sent me to protect their legacy,
And I failed miserably, with an awkward smile on my face
Now I stumble into faraway places
And I tear all the tapestries, ending all the dynasties
I drop all the artifacts, and trip on the altars
When I sheepishly slip away,
They yell after the Myth-Breaker
In this modern day age, our myths are man-made
And I don't have anybody to save
If I drown, the gods will frown,
In the absence of their adversary
The sun will set over those waves
And no one will tell my tale
'Cause I couldn't regurgitate Olympus's good name,
With every quest, I made a mess of our sky-bound regime
Now I'm just an ugly body floating down the ocean stream
I suppose that's what happens after the prophecy