Pale' Pale' Hermes thou art God!

Hermes spoke to me.
Said pancratation
Pale' must exist to
Speak the truth
In conteste'
Pour olive oil on the
Body.
Let those in contention
Marvel at what they wish
To be.
In the sight of Hermes might
The labors. Prosper.
Might those who have seen
Man grapple stand in truths
Contested.
Labor ye in barren times
That the fruits of even the
Most feeble trees might
Make poor men profit.
Labor ye, that those Who
Wish you I'll, might fall to
There knees to relish the fruit
Of your labor.
Streams of gold to pan.
Mountains which veins
To excavate. Labor ye that
Thee suffers not. And those
Who make alien your affections
Might stumble and crawl.
They might speak the name of
Heremes in worship!