At the base of a mountain named Mary

The problem with meditation

The problem with meditation

Is I find power in the calm

The mystery and the magic

Holding my soul in my palm

And I abuse this power when

Talking to the gods

Of all I spoke to Aries

What are the odds?

The god of war spoke to me

For a very important reason

It was his favorite time you see

For it was the wrestleing season

Wrestleing is our favorite game

For we both enjoy the fight

And we both rally in the pain

And training threw the night

So I struck a deal with this god

One for him that wasn't odd

That I would fight in his name

And bestow upon him all the fame

To his campion he gave his boon

A curse that I would know of soon

I destroyed many men who stood in my path

And in their pain he would laugh

However is rage eroded my body twice as fast

And I didn't know for how much longer I could last

In my final matches his rage took it's toll

Escaping defeat with a well placed roll

But my body was unable to keep up

Without strength or endurance

I wanted to throw up

Aries had left me

With his champion lost

But not forever

Because their was a greater cost

I am bound to war

Till he lets go of me

And when that will be

I have yet to see