Some words mightn't rhyme, but it's how you say them i suppose.
A hospital where the sick travel...
A spiritual tunnel so low & narrow...
May Apollo visit you in your dreams...
The Asclepeion, in the sun it gleams…
The son of mighty Zeus a spiritual god of prophecy...
A tighter noose stiffened exposing his hypocrisy...
Greek philosophy depicted him as gifted musician...
Blatantly murdered Coronis, his son an acquisition...
Into a deep abyss Zeus sent the ancient physician...
A thunderbolt exists that destroyed him & his definition...
In addition, Ascelpius brought up by centaur Chiron...
Thus allowed him to be seen as a figure of medicine...
The spirit within, the hospital set in the hills of Epidaurus...
As supernatural events begin, logical reasons disperse...
A hospital where the sick travel...
A spiritual tunnel so low & narrow...
May Apollo visit you in your dreams...
The Asclepeion, in the sun it gleams…
Red phlegm constantly oozed from my lesions & my cuts…
I was bruised & my spirit was religiously untouched…
My mind shuts down & I’m left to bathe in tranquility…
I save my energy for Apollo, beyond realistic plausibility…
My disability will be cured, in a serene visionary dream…
I’m assured by God’s that supernatural cures aren’t a scheme…
Hallucination extreme, & I was instructed to create a cure…
Constructed by Apollo, son of Ascelpia, so clean & pure…
The pain I endure would escape thru a system of divine belief…
I resign my right to protest as his hands touch my body, my relief…
A hospital where the sick travel...
A spiritual tunnel so low & narrow...
May Apollo visit you in your dreams...
The Asclepeion, in the sun it gleams…
As hippoacrates enforced the procedure of observation…
The natural pursuer taught a strict medical education…
A new generation of medicinal research was born…
The church dismissed it & the opinions were torn…
Each doctor had sworn to honor the Hippocratic Oath…
& a charismatic physician had ignited a medical growth…
Both hippocrates & Galen taught four humors & opposites…
Ancient treatments detailing how human tissue splits…
Mass burial pits to disguise the failings of Greek medicine…
The souls of dead patients rise & the 7 plagues begin…
A hospital where the sick travel...
A spiritual tunnel so low & narrow...
May Apollo visit you in your dreams...
The Asclepeion, in the sun it gleams…