So, you've made your way thru burdens;
Laid waste to snakes and serpents.
Survived the plague, and the fray, came as they may, they were slain with the blade we've furnished.
Elevated this day, you've been bathed in the squirmish.
I...
AM....
SPARTACUS!!!
You take this name and claim your purpose.
Break your taming, embrace your training and rake the furnace!
But to stake your claim; one must first break the surface...
And nay a lame leg and burned shirtless
Could make you thank the day you heard this...
Appreciate the way we once were worthless, in the most absurd way...
Like on the third day of a worldly melee
While the earth was purged by rain,
Erasing away our perfect stain.
As if the God's had turned the page and burned any remains while blurred by rage.
All that's remained was a burning hate, then spurred by pain, they turned away.
We assured our fate when we learned their ways...
And as burros bray did persons pray
Them disconcerned, it was heard the same.
And the worst came when as Olympus shook and Atlas shrugged.
They attacked with a grudge, fast and dumb, like tactless thugs.
Metal and meat clashed and hummed, til the battle was done and at last...
We'd won.
We'd slashed and we swung and so fast did they run that the tracks that they slung were amassed as a sum of fire we brung back to summit, manufactured an axe, and swung it to attack the sun!
He shouted thru the showers for the mountains to come;
And they heard his pleas as he was surely beat.
With hurried feet and armed to the teeth,
then forever turned green, envious of our furied feats.
Now, they remain maimed by grief. See,
Humans....
Eternally notorious, Spartacus faced Gods and emerged victorious for home.
And he alone furiously owns that day, and THAT'S the way his story is told.
ALL HAIL SPARTACUS!! CHAMPION OF EARTH, SLAYER OF GODS!!