"...except you...you were talkin bout the end of the world..."
oh man of war what is this fire
your belly holds inside
that sword unsheathed should fuel desire
for vexing distant hide
the moon and stars make plain the heights
that feed all wars acclaim
for conquered slain that take their flights
keep marks that scream your name
you seek out time to sheath your sword
and ease your restless heart
but times enrage the flame that's stored
when war becomes your art
~Apollo
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