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his majesty, the king of all the roman deities that inhabit the pantheon.
the god supreme, that took to the heavens that you 'inherited' from father saturn, the phenomenon that is you grew to the most massive planet in the solar system, with your vapours of hydrogen and helium that you share with the sun and fellow gas giants. the four natural satellite that circulate you as well as their own smaller moons depict the hierarchy present in the mythology.
your colourful bands arranged in dark belts and light zones showed your carefree personality as you travelled through the heavens you ruled over and the great red spot of a hurricane storm that swirled and twirled in the crevices of your bones depicted your immortal skirt chasing whose air currents lifted the garments of many.
your gargantuan magnetic field drew the commoners and the royal family to you like an astronomer to the stars and your whirlpool of raging storms show your unpredictability as you take a seat on your curule throne constructed with white dwarfs, with the lightning bolt in your right hand, and a sceptre in your left. your diverse skin tone of ivory, rubies, titian, mahogany, and gold manifested your mercifulness.
so many physical characteristics to describe your royal psyche, yet it doesn't relate to your actions at all.
you could not be ousted by the other gods. you ruled heaven and earth and all life from you position in the skies crocheted with all sorts of astronomical phenomena. you listened to your wise moon advisors in the milky way and the Fates of the larger solar system beyond ours had no power over you. you might assign one of the other gods to make a decision, but the final word was always yours.
oh how the planets bowed down to you.
you never learned from the greek gaea 'rewarding' actions but the supremacy inflated your ego as you used powers of transformation to seduce mortal women that resided on the lands below. it resulted in many hero and demigod offspring that were never welcomed back into the galaxies above them. but you were fond of your children and treated them with special magical powers whose manner never differed from the elder generation, instead of scorning them like the death messenger.
the planets watched you do this from their respective revolutions, praising you for maintaining the welfare of galaxy during peace in your royal position, despite frolicking with the female population.
and when realisation dawned upon us like how the sun kisses the horizon good morning at daybreak, we knew that the rattling of your chariot and pegasus on a great brass of airglow in the night sky behind the cumulus clouds while you strike the terra with your bolts showed your offence to the deification of the latter human emperors so you withdrew your support in the roman class system and left the romans to fend for themselves. all brute and all bully.
it seems like the only sign that you are alive and breathing was the eagle communing in the azure skies and the lightning seen in the distance during a downpour.
so oh jupiter oh jupiter, fifth planet in our nebula, does all of this define who you really are?
