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Submerged deep in the river Styx When small enough to caress, He had the strength of bricks, But his heel was the part to give him distress. He was the Greek’s greatest warrior, Like an Obama in BC; He’d lead his country to greater Lengths to meet victory. At the death of his friend He sprained to action. He rejoined the battle to the end Killing Hector with satisfaction. He was the fear of all Trojans As he was faster than a horse. The gods thought he wasn’t human As he had more might than a spear of course. Fates said he would die in three days After killing the Prince Hector. His death was in a unexpected way; By Paris, the dead prince’s brother. As the fight had began, Paris shot Achilles with a bow. To his heel ended the man With the body hard with glow. |
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