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When Muses reigned, our minds collected dust. We begged for inspiration, fearing silence. Men came to count on this perceived alliance Grew decadent in all-consuming trust. Their love for art was shadowed soon by lust. A mask of Inspiration hid Reliance. The hearts of Muses ceased their reckless beating, When men of Greece had lost authority, And crumbled like their cities' cold debris. A Muse's music's influence is fleeting, For Gods of Hope are all too quick mistreating The weakened souls of men they oversee. The Muses' fall was nothing short of fate, Inspire yourself, release your mind, Create.