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Minerva

I met Minerva just now near her tree

Resting from battle

Her helmet on her knee

Hair tumbled on breasts

Parted by brass, surrounded by steel plate

Dark nipples glistened

With dew-like sweat of war

Pale arms quivering

Eager for battle's harsh life-death embrace

Yes! She said to me.

Hell yes! she said. Get laid!

Enter the battle.

My Virgins serve me well, my son! Get laid!

Let your juices flow!

(She spit an olive pit)

Get in there and fight!

She gathered her pale skirts around her hips

Stood, covering strong thighs

Took her shield, sword, helmet

With war shriek was gone

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