A king of shreds and patches (backpack)

Queen! Belt out a banger of a turnmaxing moid

Sing to me of the man, Muse, the man of twists and turns

Tell me about a complicated man. Muse, [...]

who highkey through savage sidequests toughed it

driven time and again off course, [...]

tell me how he wandered and was lost

after chopping Troy-town to dogfood deadass

once he had plundered the hallowed heights of Troy.

when he had wrecked the holy town of Troy,

Sailed through sick storms and dealt with dramas

Many cities of men he saw and learned their minds many pains he suffered, heartsick on the open sea,

and where he went, and who he met, the pain he suffered in the storms at sea, and how

Locked in to lead his fam to a homey safe space

fighting to save his life and bring his comrades home.

he worked to save his life and bring his men back home.

Talk of the trips and trenches, the sus opps he faced how the GOAT cooked and vibed with the randos though he lowkey took the L on that mission when his bros

But he could not save them from disaster, hard as he strove – the recklessness of their own ways destroyed them all,

He failed to keep them safe; poor fools,

Like NPCS blundered badly to beef with the big G

the blind fools, they devoured the cattle of the Sun

they ate the Sun God’s cattle, and the god

and got ghosted, permablocked, cooked completely.

and the Sungod blotted out the day of their return. . . .

kept them from home. . . .

Well, I'll be revenged as I may.

on usefulness. on becoming both the blade and the lamb

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