Paint Me a War
Join and fight, join to die.
Join to paint, a blood-red sky.
The artists are the infantry,
The archers black a sky to see,
The flames, the art, Troy to dust
While Hektors sword gives way to lust,
They're artists all, they're masters of art,
Come watch their heads, their city depart.
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