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"Molon Labe!"

The battle was imminent. The forces were joined. No longer was time standing idle. Outnumber and bloody by 100 to 1, the Spartans stood fervid and vital. The Greeks were united, though the Spartans alone were the ones charged with their protection. At Thermopylae pass, 300 men stood together in imperfect perfection. "Surrender your arms" King Xerxes demanded, "Surrender, and let the Persians betake them." Leonidas replied "Molon Labe!" my foe, "If you want them, then you come and take them."
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Jun 10, 2016
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The beginning of a poem i'm working on about King Leonidas response to the Persians who demand that they lay down their arms and surrender to the superior force of 300,000 men.

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