(Continued from page 10…) Attack against Circe, lotus eaters and more. Telemachus bestowed love to the people that he adored. Gifts of stories, gifts of pain, tales of people slandering his name. Living up to his fathers expectations, he determined it was time to rebuild his father’s nation. A nation of joy, a nation of pride, a nation of one which many people have died. A nation in which names will not be forgotten, And no one in the universe could have ever stopped him. Then he remembered. He remembered the smile of his not forgotten father.
He remembered the life that everyone sought after. He remembered his face of dismay. Then it happened. He remembered the four words that his father left him. “Choose your battles wisely”, he said. He ran. He ran with those words. Far far away he ran, like a gazelle being chased by a lion. So in conclusion, let it pass on Generation to generation,
Father to daughter , Mother to son. Everyone should know what kind of work has been done
For when you hear the untold truth you will be stunned. Each generation takes something from the other one. Knowing the truth is finished and can’t be in undone. Telemachus made sure to pass the true parables on. And we carry the stories with us for fun. So let me end and tell you these precious words,
Gather your people and all of their herds. All peoples of earth shall know this narrative of Odysseus. When truth shines down you know it is his. As one is born, his life he shares. Shows truth and war, and what is fair. Let them not leave with out their discern, That they were his people, And we are his return.
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