Maximus Verizon,
He was left bloody. Its the end of a war in which we could never win.
Its been twenty-three years. Thats a cause of over a million murders. One sin.
Every soldier left under the age of eighteen. Not even a full grown man.
Holding a blade in their hand. Lead by this man to a promised land.
Their blood splattered on the earths green grass. Souls ripped to shreads.
Every young man left dead. Families surviving off of condemed water and bread.
This man saved the children that he felt could be saved at the time.
This was a war fought by the sons of farmers and brought to their prime.
A man lead Troy to success and victory. Only to be slaughtered in the end.
Some say its cuz he was condemed. But he was the war gods best friend.
He was shot in the Achelese by an arrow made of Senile Blades skin and bone.
Now Maximus is burnt to cripse. A soldiers funeral. But he is not alone.
Senile Blade,
A leader of Sparta. A son of the great Apolo god of the sun.
This man was a war veteran. Murder was his way of pleasure and fun.
The blade trembled in his hand. Scaring even the gods that he played with.
Urban Myth? No he was a legend who's legacy never longed to live.
His arrows never left a man alive. His skills in comabt were of intention.
He prayed on his victoms like a lion. New skills made every day like new inventions.
His biggest moment was when he killed a battered Maximus Verizon.
Only to be killed later by Alexander Smith. And to be ate by wolves in the horizon.
The gods hated him. Wouldnt even let him enter the gate of heaven.
So they named him Hades. Gave him his own realm. He rules hell and has no brethren.
Alexander Smith,
Ruler of battle. Leader of Athens army and Medical help and warfare.
The man that slaughtered Senile Blade. Carried his permenate war stare.
A sirius man that never once smiled. Even when granted his deepest pleasures.
Carried around a Phenix's feathers. Controlled all the unpleasent weather.
Raped his own mother. Just to have a sister. Killed his father and many angels.
Some say he's insanly troubled. Others say hes a god with a different angle.
He carried his final war. Against the greatest army. The murderous army of Rome.
Where Atticus Plunder destroyed Alexander. Along with the whole Athen army.
With not even close to a challenge. Killed with a sweat dripped...well hardly.
Atticus Plunder,
The only god to roam the earth in a mortal body. A man driven by murder.
Stand in his way to legend status. You're life will go on no further.
A respected war hero. Gods bow at his presence in return of keeping their lives.
Sickened by their bribes. Left the world with a anger yet to survive.
He never liked the light. Fought in the darkness of night and dark sky.
Drove the greatest knites insane. Little time to lie by the time they died.
He, to this very day. Still leaves the planet's army of America to victory.
Just to remain in our History. He left the murder of his family a mystery.
Four warriors. Four men that fought for their rights.
But they never kept a legacy worth the writing a night.
