The Final battle of Telhine

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 Iwish you no ill

Set lasers to kill

Its a matter of survival

you are my rival

we have this right

We started this fight

our resources are gone

your existence is wrong

we live in a cell

you should be in hell

we know what this is for

we march into war

our home we must defend

your lives we must end

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