Flecks of darkness gleam my eyes
Before me stands Ares.
I smile because I know the truth
Of what the sloth carries.
Ask him to start a war for me
So large nobody wins.
Everyone lays dying or dead
Then the truth of lies begins.
I gather gold and silver pieces
Hand them to fools.
Tell them if they carry them far away
We can use it all for tools.
Ares begins the battle for me
While the fools hands are filled.
Laugh as I watch them all fall in battle
And each one of them be killed.
More than a subtle reply
Stand laughing at their cost
They may have died right there
But really, who lost?
Hades comes to take their souls
Looks at me in amazement.
“How is it that I find you
Such delightful entertainment?”