The sun was at its peak
Spitting fire on the surface of the earth
And in the middle of the battlefield
Stood the strong warrior
Fearlessly facing the enemy’s swords
Spears and arrows showering on him
All of them thirsty for his blood
He faces them all
With only a shield to defend himself with
Seeing the corpse of his fellowmen
And their lives oozing out of the wounds
The blood of these brave men glittering in the sun
He silently wished for his enemy’s ill luck
And when the war is won
And the enemies are perished
He goes back home
Silently kicking the dust
Dreaming of conquering the world
Dreaming of becoming a God, a legend
A God who waged wars to find peace
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