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Click herePIRAEUS CHRONICLE >> MYTHOLOGY
CANACE
We are all children of the Earth and of the Sky,
as their descendants, the genetic laws apply,
to each one and all of us,
I do not let fake moral laws my heart to smother,
my lover's name is Macareus, he is my brother,
my well-known name is Canace.
In culture versus nature,
I do not need a lecture,
but still I need some luck,
when no one is watching,
I hear his steps approaching,
we hide and we fuck.
We have ten siblings, boys and girls, who seem interested,
and by our madness they would like to be infested,
that would be serious mayhem,
we kept it secret for as long as we could manage,
but then we thought that it may be to our advantage,
to share our love with all of them.
In culture versus nature,
I do not need a lecture,
but still I need a fuck,
when all of them are watching,
my culture I'm encroaching,
I grub a cock and suck.
Our father Aeolus abhors but tolerates,
erotic orgies that were ordered by the fates,
Lachesis chose it to be thus,
so, all my siblings now and then approach in tandem,
I close my eyes and I pick one at random,
I'm fucked by all without a fuss.
In culture versus nature,
I choose the wisest vecture,
and that is Earth and Sky,
although I'm fucked in riot,
Macar is my best diet,
we cannot get more high.
Lachesis sleeps and Atropos is taking over,
she let us die, but if you are a truthful lover,
immortal love cannot be dead,
we both transform and we inhabit newer souls,
to help their destinies enacting newer roles,
Clotho is spinning a new thread.
Chorus of Aeolus daughter's-fading out:
My famous name is Canace,
I'm fucked by all without a fuss,
they flood my cunt, they split my ass,
Lachesis chose it to be thus.
thanks, I may even try it! Get to know your tales a little better though, and accept all alternatives, as they never stop developing. This particular one goes at least 1000 years back from Athens, 300 b C.
and find an audience other than rappers. They will love you in Athens in 300 BC.