-Woe to the one who swallowed his sons swithe
and outbreathed.
I only thrid my way through the high breed

-You’re only a hybrid
and this I will forbid.
Cronus, you speak as an ephemerid.

-Go all out to wrest
knowing you’re next.
Janus, your twofold destiny already quails
before the prisons of my entrails.

-You may as much again chide
overleaf my downside
But your double nature so-called gravidity
is an untenable filicide
by your leave, Cronus!
Would you like then to waste
your future cryptonym?
Don’t you care about your bloodstream?
And don’t even think of dying
when I have to unseam…

-Well thought of you to canonise
but we all must bear a compromise.
I’ll have to bastardise
your blessing in disguise:
you’ll also have to depolarise.