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A babe was born of both God and man,
A paragon of masculinity,
A hero for both man and child as he grew into his own skin,
Offered the choice between pleasure and virtue,
He chose a life of great strife,
But from this life he was given glory,
And glory welcomed him and shaped his heroic future,
Driven mad by a mad goddess he slew his own children,
And to make up for his crime,
He was required to complete,
Ten tasks of labour,
As charged by Eurystheus, his enemy,
He took it all in his stride,
Wearing the skin of a lion slain by his hand,
He both helped and hindered to make up for his crime,
But before his tasks completed his nemesis had found,
A way to call it false,
For the help he'd found,
The hydra wasn't slain alone,
The stables, he took payment,
And though he couldn't have either of those he held the sky for a Titan,
As the apples were plucked from the garden of Nymphs in Hesperides,
Charged with bringing home Hades hound from the underworld,
When the beast was presented the king just fled,
(In fear for his head)
With a name that contradicts itself,
(With broad strength)
The man earned his place with the Gods and delights in the grand feast with the deathless on high.
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