A True Warrior's Game

The mighty Mars marches marvelously

Onward! Onward! His old age is a facade

In the new age with new weaponry

Comes a new war god

So cast your swords

And abandon your shields

When Mars strides into battle

With fear, every person yields

His armor is bulletproof

His guns and physique imposing

A proud warrior stands

Firm in the center, how foreboding

To what do you suppose

The great planet was named after?

Mars brandishes his firearms

And roars in threatening laughter

The coward, unlike the foolish

Knows all that is best

When there are no other remaining options

To run or not, that is the test

O humanity! Let us not forget

The magnitude of the colossal Olympus Mons

The instant Mars finishes

All traces of mortal life are gone

In its wake are ashes

Such that no graveyard could be erected

For the graves would be empty!

And not a body protected

Such prowess! Such finesse!

And kills galore!

In this game of life and death

The victor is Mars1234