The Spartans
Ancient tales slashed our vineyard,
We were the bloodshed of love...
Cupid fleshed our hearts.
Austere eyesights.
Fierce catch upon your mark,
Am your prey in the love arena...
I escort this frugal lover.
His achillean personality enchants every man,
I am the residue of my manhood...
Close the cishet doors,
Let the cue tip-off,
You will be my man besides the world.
Two kings for a kingdom.
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