μῆνιν ἄειδε θεὰ Πηληϊάδεω Ἀχιλῆος
οὐλομένην, ἣ μυρί' Ἀχαιοῖς ἄλγε' ἔθηκεν,
“Sing, Goddess, of the rage, of Peleus' son Achilles the accursed rage, which brought pain to thousands of the Achaeans”
A man can lose his sanity because of Love, sometimes it can be dangerous. Even thought Gods don’t control us, they can play with us. Turning our souls into a damned soul, crip around it and darkness fiend. We are just their toys hanging around our Mother Gaia, a chess bricks in a duel between Heaven and Underworld. We can’t fight against their moves… Useless we are.
One of our brightest souls only their favourites, the rest is expendable. I sometimes consider myself as one of their favourites, ‘cause sometimes they grant me my wishes. I have been surviving their clash in this war. Maybe I have something they want. While Aphrodite gives me Lust, so she could remove me from someone. I’ve been wondering for sometimes why she does that, maybe she wants me for herself only. I know she is more beautiful than any other women in this Mother Earth. However, I can’t be a toy for them… No longer.
I am Ferrum Myrmidon, made with Iron with best skills of a fighter.
Sincerely
Mario Lyberth
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