It's a Poem get over it.

Atlas

You hold the weight
of those you hate

Protect the great desease
while bent at the knees

Your crushed by the weight
while Zues seals your fate

Sustain the miserable and downed
Ouranos is your ground

Thankful for the Medusa's curse
Turned to stone
For Athena knew of nothing worse
than holding Earth all alone

Tricked by the Lion's Skin
to hold it again

Forever in stone you wait
For your ever distant fate

You shrug for Man
not for the Olympian clan

Atlas will shrug
Till the end of time