Our end is nigh,
My dream was to fly,
But now all will die.

I was thought unbreakable,
I was called unbearable.

When all was hope was lost,
When nothing was too high a cost,
Only then was I not made of frost.

Why do they refuse to see my scars?
It's like I'm a distant star,
They always treated me like Mars.

If only I truly was that god of war,
Maybe then they'll hear my roar.

Fueled by my rage,
From within this cage,
Not even a sage
Could predict the wars I will wage.