Achilles sits hory head in hands
His warriors mane blowing in the wind
From Houston street as two naked
Puerto rican girls walk around us in the apartment
And the news comes in, we are one Patroculs less.
He has left for some obscure coastal town
In Mexico to manage in that quieter realm
But I knew this was a lie
Because he died in my arms the night before,
Vengeful and silent
Pierced by Hector's China white line!
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