In the hallowed halls where whispers cling

In the hallowed halls where whispers cling,
A god of old stirs waking spring.
Marble muscles, wise and wide—
Who wouldn’t kneel for such a guide? 🏛️💦

In the hallowed halls where whispers cling,
A god of old stirs waking spring.
Marble muscles, wise and wide—
Who wouldn’t kneel for such a guide? 🏛️💦