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God of War


We all know of Ares, the God of war.

Everyone feared him while his soul was poor.

The God was a always a brute,

but now he is back in orange skin and a black suit.

 

He now resides in a white house on top of a hill,

where he signs off on country bills.

His slaves are no longer fire-breathing bourses,

but rather men who graduated by taking political science courses.

 

Ares has been the type to gloat,

and he still does so while receiving the vote.

While trojan wars have been brought to neglection,

he now he yells and argues at general elections.

 

Now there is a spin,

Mr. Trump actually wins.

 

 

 

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