The pendulum swing is set to high
I can do all things that the Great Ones do
Breathe new life, create worlds, and move mountains too
I step forth and all bow as my power unfurls
No fiend dares challenge the mace of might I hurl
The Olympian chamber beckons me return
From my long earthly, heroic, sojourn
Some might pity my ascent to this lofty place
Offer terrestrial wisdom as their saving grace
But nay, the one thing I’ll never seek to erase
Is my empowering, bittersweet, manic phase.
