War
sharpen your swords,and string your bows,
for deep in the south,
tension grows,
i think its high time,
that we end this war,
for upon our people,
this destruction has bore,
so bathe in their blood,
my brothers in arms,
let us ransack their villages,
and burn their farms,
if they want to fight back,
then they may try,
but this time,
every man,
woman,
and child,
must die.
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