| A final stand is being made
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| A final fight they re all afraid of Olympians
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| Each making their goal to take down the
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| Creature, but swatted away like flies;
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| Heroes, titans, gods alike, angels
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| From the skies, every trick has been played
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| Each strategy will quickly fail.
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| Son of Kronos
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| Scepter fails to make a scratch and die
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| The Immortals will weep
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| As Poseidon makes his pass, Great Sea beasts
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| And Trident, shall not make him drown.
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| Legions from the undead armies crumble in the dirt.
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| Athena s wisdom can not trick him.
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| All strategies will fail, quickly,
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| No Immortals will survive.
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| The Plagues of Apollo will rage and death will soon follow,
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| Cannot protect them.
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| Arrows are worthless, child throwing branches,
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| Threat quickly passes, tremble next to it.
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| Aphrodite tries seduction as he makes her his pet.
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| Stealing pleasure from her perfect body
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| Mutilated, devoured, gaped.
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| Kronos sending his Titans, devoured never frightened,
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| The last stand of |