A True Warrior's Game
The mighty Mars marches marvelously
Onward! Onward! His old age is a facade
In the new age with new weaponry
Comes a new war god
So cast your swords
And abandon your shields
When Mars strides into battle
With fear, every person yields
His armor is bulletproof
His guns and physique imposing
A proud warrior stands
Firm in the center, how foreboding
To what do you suppose
The great planet was named after?
Mars brandishes his firearms
And roars in threatening laughter
The coward, unlike the foolish
Knows all that is best
When there are no other remaining options
To run or not, that is the test
O humanity! Let us not forget
The magnitude of the colossal Olympus Mons
The instant Mars finishes
All traces of mortal life are gone
In its wake are ashes
Such that no graveyard could be erected
For the graves would be empty!
And not a body protected
Such prowess! Such finesse!
And kills galore!
In this game of life and death
The victor is Mars1234