Tick tock, oh you juvenile clock,
Time bids me farewell for we shall part ways from here,
All alone amidst these beasts,
Who fight a cruel battle for prosperity in peace...
The chariot men slew the chariot men,
The spear men slew the spear men,
Men of peace wanted to be the shield to destruction,
While the now where men just watched from the bushes...
The sun wanted them to part ways,
He left a Nymph for the fair hands,
They will win the battle,
Just to leave for a shattered home...
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