I am a warrior
Forged from the spiritual hammer
In the life before the womb
I am excelsior.
Built for war.
an angry Bruce banner
Will wage the axe till I'm at peace in my tomb
Son of Ares,
I was bred for doom
Son of Set,
vision darker than the far side of the Moon
A fighter
For the weak, I stomp ground with the alpha's.
Among the ashes of my enemies I stand erect like alfalfa
I will die an honorable death so I can't fight for eternity in Valhalla.
I stand ready for battle for as long as there's conflict.
A gladiator in a cage,
I sit.
Waiting
Contemplating
Controlling
Patient for the pin to click
Released in the Colosseum
I move feral off instinct
The harbinger of mausoleum
The mode of which foe
Can reach whichever God they believe in.
