The gods gave us a job, you better accept their demands, or else. . .
You there! Vile heathen, our holy father in Rome gave us a mission, now give him his city back! And if you don't. . .
Bloody red head! You and your oppressive ways will stop now, but if it doesn't. . .
Step down, you terrorists! Stop your violence, surrender to authority, be thrown in prison, if you don't. . .
You will prepare for war.
I did not write this. Science-Fiction-Man did. Check out his profile! He writes amazing stories and is an amazing friend!
P.S. If you want me to place your poetry upon here, I'll do it. Though, it'd be better if you did it, lol. Bye-bye!
