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Fear becomes them and suits them well |
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as they flee from this new and abundant terror |
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that ravages the land with a flaming hand |
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and lays waste to any brave enough to face them. |
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With grinning visage, they embrace the horror of the ants beneath their feet and feed. Those trained to defend against such a horrendous act have led their men to higher elevations, and I am all that's left. I must find friends that are also as destitute to bring retribution to this mighty unknown and vicious enemy to every living soul. |
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We must destroy them, or in the struggle be destroyed. |
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Shaken by grief and void of all moral support, we've retreated and lost all that we've worked so hard to hold on to. |
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The wall has fallen. |
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A year has gone and we must take back what's ours. |
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We've sent a force larger than ever before, and we know |
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that they will drive them back beyond the walls. |
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After all was said and done, with 250,000 gone |
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to bring them down and claim our home, |
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less than 200 returned. |
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At least their loss helped ease the shortage of food |
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for the rest of us. |
