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Memento Mori
What good would it do, Son of Peleus, To pull that arrow from your heel? As you lie there helpless, Legs useless and folded beneath you. Your hand clenched around its fletchings Searching for the source Of sensations unfamiliar to you. Pain. Suffering. Mortality. How strange… You are only half god and half man, And all men must die, even you, Aristos Achaion. The god's gift to you was not invulnerability, but speed. And with that tendon we now name after you severed, You are just as human as the rest of us. That expression of anguish as you look to the sky. Helmet still dawned as if you could leap up And slaughter hundreds more Trojans, but you cannot. An enraged fall from Godhood Forever immortalized in white stone. Centuries later it still stands. Worn and weathered By the years and all the heavy eyes that fell upon your misery, Like pouring rain from dark clouds above. The paradigm of human fatality and flaws. But you were a god, somewhat at least. You thought that you would live forever - We all think that sometimes. Remember that you have to die. Otherwise, how do we know that we spent our life living?
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