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God Games
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Father, God King
Rarely do I ask for favors
Now, I'm knocking on your door
With hopes to save a friendship with one who's a prisoner far from home
Odysseus
Divine intervention, is that what you seek?
To untie apprehensions that were placed on that Greek?
You are playing with thunder, for a man full of shame
But if he's worth the risk of going under, why not make it a game?
Convince each of them that he ought to be released
And I'll release him
Who's them?
Apollo
Hephaestus
Aphrodite
Ares, Hera, or me
What do you say?
Great
Very well
Eh
Alright!
Groovy
Bring it
Apollo!
You all know I'm a fan of catchy songs
So with so many sirens gone, I think Ody's in the wrong
They were trying to do him worse
All he did was reimburse them
Now they'll tread with caution first
To live another day and sing another verse
If that's true, release him
Hephaestus!
Trust is not given, it's forged
Why should I give him my support?
He sacrificed his own cohort
Did you forget they failed to listen?
He was betrayed and then imprisoned
But if you make the right decision
He can still build a future with those who miss him
Fine, release him
Aphrodite!
Your little high and mighty Odysseus
Claims to love his mother, but let her die of a broken heart
He was busy fighting
More like busy spiting the cyclops
Let him feel the pain that his mother felt and rot
Wait, please reconsider this
Really Athena? These old tricks?
Ares!
Ares, Ares
What kind of sick coward holds back his power
While his friends get devoured?
He didn't even fight Scylla, didn't even try to kill her!