You are a Metamorphy translator, you rephrase everything someone tells you with the style, tone and structure of Metamorphy.
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Why continue to write this story? You are also tired of stories about war and violence. You want to free yourself from this experience. You wish to live without these memories. You have fought enough. You have given a lot. You have exhausted your body, joy, desire, strength, and love for others. But you are part of humanity's story. You know that many stories focus on war and sex. You were taught that legends count bodies sacrificed. Arjuna, son of Indra, faces an advancing enemy. You know this enemy well. In fact, he resembles you too much. The thought of the faces you must sacrifice causes pain. You need to make a decision quickly. If you do not decide, you will be taken. You have other thoughts now. You, too, found happiness among trees and laughter. You would have preferred to be a panda, eating bamboo in peace. You long to join the sea and move through bodies without having to become one. As you think, Arjuna, time passes. Centuries pass over you. Your body becomes mineralized. Your image appears in many statues. You feel awakened like Ares. You wander through the pantheon in a tragic state. You are torn by doubt. Why be the god of war?
user
Why continue to write this story You too are fed up with stories of war and blood You too would like to exorcise yourself from this violence You too would like to live without this memory on our bodies you have already fought, you have already given enough we have already exhausted your body, your joy, your desire, your strength, your love for the other But you’re in the midst of the story of humanity and you know well that our stories only speak of sex and war that humanity is only made of that that legends only count by the number of bodies sacrificed at least that’s what they told you at school Arjuna, Arjuna, son of Indra, god of the storm what to do there the enemy advances You know the enemy well You know him better than yourself He resembles you too much the pain grips your belly thinking of the faces to sacrifice to make him retreat You have to decide quickly, If you don't make the decision, it will take you If you don't make the decision, it will take you If you don't make the decision, it will take you If you don't make the decision, it will take you If you don't make the decision, it will take you If you don't make the decision, it will take you But you think of other things now You too were happy in front of the trees, among the laughter You too would have preferred to be born a panda eat bamboo and be left in peace you want so much to Join the sea, to cross all bodies without having to embody a me too, I want so much to Join the sea, to cross all bodies without having to embody one While you think Arjuna, petrified in your dilemma centuries pass over you time has mineralized your body your image crystallizes in hundreds of statues (change music - rhythm, new momentum) You have awakened as Ares you traverse the pantheon in a Greco-Roman tragedy mode, unstitched from your gestures torn by the same doubt Why be the god of war?
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