The Battle

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"Peace and relentless, my dear kingdom", for the master of the world shouted,
"It's time,"
The kingdom's villagers wondered,
This kingdom was grand.

The fight for survival was among us,
This was the time.
The time for freedom,
The time for battle.

The fight for survival,
This is no longer a game.
The villagers begged it was not true,
This day would be the day.

The kingdom was grand,
The kingdom stood tall.
Until this day,
The kingdom was grand.

Peace and War was among us now,
The fight for survival,
The fight for the last breath.
The kingdom was no more.

For I, am just a lonely villager now.
In this poor world,
Fighting still,
Fighting alone.

The kingdom is no more,
The kingdom that was once beautiful and grand.
Is no more.
I'm just a villager.

Nobody knows me.

I am alone in this world.

Nobody knows me.

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