Empire´s toys come out to bleed
Metal masks that hold the sun´s immortal fire
Helmets that reflect it into the audience´s greedy eyes
Shin guards making their march look animal like
The slave makes his ascent to percieved glory
months and years of training
Turning the flesh into muscle and vein
Dust from dawn to dusk
Blades meet over the sand beneath
chiming and sparking between grit teeth
Heavy hammers fall denting shields or heads with force
Trumpets sound as a new champion stands over the corpses
The empire´s new toy a symbol
Spectator´s sport for the masses to enjoy
Armed slaves and their gory stories
Under sun and sweat and illusions of glory
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