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Dearest lover,
Son of Mars
There is blood on your hands.

Tell me,
Do you wash it off
Or let it sink into your skin?

Let me ask you,
Was it worth it?
Did Nike bring you victory?

Do you hear
Your enemy's cries
When all else is silent?

Do you see
Their dieing faces
When you close your eyes?

Do you fight
To protect
Or to destroy?

Who smiles in your wake?
Is it Ares?
Or is it Mars?

Dearest lover,
Kin of Ares
Their blood is on your hands.

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