Blood
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God of War
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“Oh, the king
Gone mad within his suffering
Called out for relief Someone cure
him of his grief.
┘♛ His only son
Cut down, but the battle won
Oh, what is it worth
When all that's left is hurt.♛
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Like the stars chase the sun
Over the glowing hill, I will conquer
Blood is running deep
Some things never sleep.
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➣APPEARANCE ▪ Ares, the god of bloodlust and war, retains his powerful appearance from the old ages. He is a tall figure with a broad and muscular body. Ares can be a terrifying sight, particularly with the glowing red eyes when he chooses not to glamour them, and makes no effort to come off as friendly. ➣PERSONALITY ▪ What you see is what you get with Ares, he isn't a fan of the same games of manipulation as many others are. He's straight forward and doesn't usually waste his time with pleasantries or small talk. While he isn't particularly friendly or welcoming, he is candid.
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▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔➣THE GOD ▪ Ares is the Olympian god of war. However, unlike Athena, he represents merely its destructive capacity and is typically the personification of sheer violence and brutality. Consequently, he was loved neither by gods nor by men. ➣UNLOVED ▪ Since he was the savage god of senseless war, Ares was almost universally detested. At one point, after Ares is wounded in battle by Diomedes, even Zeus calls him “the most hateful of all the gods,” remarking that if he hadn’t been his son, he would have surely ended up in Tartarus with Cronus and the Titans.
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➣CAREER ▪ Mankind has never grown tired of war. While Ares definitely has exploited this nature, he's never been wanting for duties as the eras have come and gone. Some gods have little to do in the modern age, but Ares is kept entertained by the endless toys and cruelties of man.➣PERSONAL ▪ Even the most candid of people have their layers, and the god of war is no exception. While he's honest, he has just as much a desire for privacy as others do. Unapproachable? Check. Lovers are few and far between for the quiet, simmering god, and Aphrodite is no longer a constant in his life. Their companionship and love has dissolved to only rare moments of weakness from time to time, and little else.
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Take a little walk to the edge of town
And go across the tracks
Where the viaduct looms
Like a bird of doom
As it shifts and cracks
Where secrets lie in the border fires
In the humming wires
Hey man, you know
You're never coming back
Past the square, past the bridge
Past the mills, past the stacks
On a gathering storm comes
A tall handsome man
In a dusty black coat with
A red right hand
He'll wrap you in his arms,
Tell you that you've been a good boy
He'll rekindle all the dreams
It took you a lifetime to destroy
He'll reach deep into the hole
Heal your shrinking soul
But there won't be a single thing that you can do
He's a god, he's a man
He's a ghost, he's a guru
They're whispering his name
Through this disappearing land
But hidden in his coat
Is a red right hand
You don't have no money?
He'll get you some
You don't have no car?
He'll get you one
You don't have no self-respect
You feel like an insect
Well don't you worry buddy
'Cause here he comes
Through the ghettos and the barrio
And the Bowery and the slum
A shadow is cast wherever he stands
Stacks of green paper in his
Red right hand
You'll see him in your nightmares
You'll see him in your dreams
He'll appear out of nowhere but
He ain't what he seems
You'll see him in your head
On the TV screen
Hey buddy, I'm warning
You to turn it off
He's a ghost, he's a god
He's a man, he's a guru
You're one microscopic cog
In his catastrophic plan
Designed and directed by
His red right hand
