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I have a lot to learn...
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IP:
We defend our post, readily............ but the land is torn and the sky is black
What are they? man deformed? well.. its our final chance to strike them back
Rifle ready, upright and steady, aimed with front, shot with the back hand
The last stand for what we know as man, supposed kings fighting like aslan
Green beasts spotting us as the pack scanned, looks like our fate is low
dispatched chance, as the hills turned green at the tip, tilting the ratio
Graves below, they advanced a fast slash made a comrade bleed at the hip
Bone displacement, in the attack a man tried to lean, but he slipped
The ogres ate him, chief yelled, im too old to face this, we slowly faced him
"what sir? dont give up! .. what do we do?" he replied: its over, they win.
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