Ares the Quarterback

Friday night lights
God of war in sight
Ball in his hand
This field is his land
The God of war
Is a common folklore
But on the field
He becomes very much real
The opposing team tenses
As he breaks through their defenses
Their faces turn to frowns
As Ares makes the final touchdown
Nobody liked to play the game
If every time its the same
They will never win
For it would be considered a sin
So they go home, attitudes poor
Because they faced the God of war


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