Athena
Prod me with your spear face me in this hour without fear swim with me in waters clear the golden fleece to shear I, Raza Rabba, will hold you above the ship heres' crew together again, as we once flew beyond the deepest blue Melting pot of the New from which we the world eschew after we the demiurge will slay breaking the steel mixed with potters clay Thrust you spear into my shield so I can capture what you wield and set the Sun upon His course upon His pure white horse Sign in to see full entry.