Originally Posted by
Bronze Feet
^thanks homie i got this older one, its long hopefully not too long
travel the planetary with expeditionary forces, disperse throughout the universe, to discover other life sources, returned with visions of life losses, caught in my whirlwind vortex, i call upon the army of anubis, lead by thee soldier of fortune, observe my light blindin like horus, to reveal the torement, under the world lives a man named osiris, who loves violence, who stroll in silence, except to suck the breath of any one left, and then i rest, meditate on a great mountain, where my thoughts flow like water through fountains, begin to get deeper, enter poseidon wiht his triton, zeus throwing strikes of lightning, what a sight yet im still frightned, aphrodite in a white nighty actin all snuggly, bitch i know you dont love me, so why you wanna try and fuck me, love cant exsist without peace, along came ares, tryin to act scary, master of war, for centuries never afraid to punch you in the jaw, then time stops from cronus, yea he owns this, never will he go homeless, shacked up with hestia, i shot down there messenger, they call me the dragon slayer, learned from the true god of war, yea thor, smash you with a huge hammer, spread like alexander, i can manage ya, blow up your major, centuries later he is cut by razors, i also forgot to mention , woden with words woven, to leave backs broken, still holden sword and shield, across this mental battlefield, on my shoulder rests a falcon, to prove swift n victorious, over endless opponents, mostly due to romans, all the people stopped hopin, as soon as cronus returns motion, again my minds floatin beyond dimensions, to seek higher inventions with intelligence, stiken with godly elegance, my mind drifts, my space ship, takes a trip into a time rift, and then they began to speak, sayin your mind is quite unique, not like the rest, who live in deciet, bless every person you meet, in the end you become the god, the great bronze feet
transported resources, to further develop my culture, scirptures from ancient riddlers, to be decoded from pictures, hieroglyphic with rythmic orders, patterns to scatter and rearrange your matter, a martyr with no heart, from the dark remains my life force, build with the gods of the norse, ride in high upon a dark horse, followed by storms and hurricane winds, never will be forgotton, whether enemy or friends, in the end we are all the fallen, risen is the dead army of hades, from kings to babies, fiends to ladies, as my sword goes on the attack, the speed at which chemicals react, thors got my back, so returns ares with a thuderous clap, snap and crackle, leave your bones rattled and shattered, then i get shackled, locked in a cage, bust out with titans rage, spread flames across the eleisian fields to the river styxs, all three eyes fixed upon the mountain, atop where im screamin, " Big priest help me become released", then my mind is set free, traveled across the seas to thebes, where my soul first landed, and i was handed, the knowledge, translated then brandished, my shield and the sharpest edge, which i wield, with such skill, i only kill those that they cant feel, magical blade, obsedian steel made, for years it led me into the frey, choppin heads, sent to anubis, who owns the land of the dead, from him, recieved my warsuit as a gift, even arrows cant shoot through this, in the end i leave the planet in bliss, what can i say, i was the assassin for the gods and godesses of the elder days
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