...so I did.
Without waiting for the whims of inspiration,
without begging or searching.
I command the Muses,
bend them to my will,
and not the other way around.
For am I not more a child of God
Than Achilles ever was?
Is not the Spirit in me
More powerful than they
Who held Olympus?
Therefore I defy Calliope,
and put her sisters under my feet.
I shall write,
I shall sing,
I shall hymn
When I please, and when it pleases Him.
For He is my inspiration, and He is always with me.
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