Look Mom, I'm in a Phalanx

Not a warrior, not a hero
Not a legionary Nero
Its up to me to be here though
Fighting for my assorted gods.

Only half of them myths.
Who worships Athena? Hera, that was Zeus's old lady
But he's always out mackin' a bitch.

Wait, here comes Pericles, and who's that passenger with?
Must be his new wife, she looks pregnant, must be having his fifth.
I've got more on my mind sir.
Training flew by like the sky's blur
Now I'm in a unit with young men, old drunks, and a captain with a slight slur.
Holding his spear like it shoots bolts
Not much to do so
I'm constantly dodging wrestling matches with Bruto, cause he abused folks.
Spartans on the beef again
I would too if I was beaten with a cane pipe before I could even stand
They believe this land that I'm sleeping in is really theres, but I didn't ask them what they meant cause I didn't really wanna speak again.

Day of the battle, I'm standing in a row, like a field of crops with the General playing the farmer, demanding that we grow.
Damn, isn't planning going slow?
I feel abandoned in this rank, if we're about to fight, someone let me know.

Next thing I know, arrows flow
The sky something like a dull grey, the color of a sick child with no medicine.
Got the call, we're headed in
What is this? Blood, or shit I'm standing in.
I don't know, but I just pierced somebody's neck, and the cavalry is ramming into the flank.
Damn it, let me think, it's all moving so fast.
We were only so human, and... screw it, lets jet.

I'm running with embers nailed to my heels.
It feels like hell, and I wait for the plan to reveal

Too late, and we'er killed by the next wave from the archers that stand in the fields.