The race of man for
whom I protect (at least I think I do, my relationship with them is quite
unclearly) work tirelessly all year farming food, toiling mules and working
oxen to the bone to provide food in which the gods conceal. I son of Iapetos and Clymene the ocean nymph
who I have recently noticed has trim ankles, will not stand for it. Zeus whom banished my brother atlas to the
edge of the world to hold up the sky and it is unlikely that a situation will
ever present itself where atlas could possible get out of that dreadful task by
deceiving someone to hold up the sky for him for a while and he makes a hasty
escape. Zeus whom struck down Menoitios
with mighty lightning bolt he is constantly flaunting. Sure Menoitios was wicked and he possessed immense
strength, but I still think it was un-necessary. I must come up with a plan to give man the
food they work so tirelessly for, but what? Zeus is wide-seeing and designs do
not fail. I must fore-think this plan
only then will I succeed.
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