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Dying Mars exhales his final cry

And shakes his spear

His titanic frame collapses

On his shattered shield

His heart pours forth the blood

That stains the sand as red as rust

Copper rivers flow below

The sulphur burning sun

His arms spread wide and rend

Their grasp upon the earth

His bones like spires rising

Form the vultures' hungry perch

But their can be no succor

In the bloody feast of War

And those who taste his spoiled flesh

Will only yearn for more