Labours of Hercules

Our pride was stolen
By many faces
Stripped of our natural crown

While the hunt was on
With our heads bent low
Unsupported by the path

So we hitch a ride
And grab what we can
To make ourselves look better

But try as we might
The weight is too much
To make life feel less like Hell

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