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Stamping sounds of the marching army squad,
the leader turns giving the left a nod,
they move forth and flank from the side,
as the opposing army begins to divide,
swiping his sword to signal a charging attack,
keeping the archers ready from the back,
firing their arrows as the cavalry pushes through,
while the leader of the other army has tricks left too,
bringing a catapult and loading it with a rock,
flying through the air it hits with a big shock,
crushing horses as more men arrive,
loading their rifles and firing so nothing will survive,
throwing bombs and digging holes,
the dead rot away into bones and skulls,
guns evolve into bigger metal to fire more,
with no one left to keep the kill score,
flying over in planes that drop a nuclear blast,
the men remaining fight with bare hands last,
soon they sit down and fight from a chair,
growing fat with a beard and long hair,
tapping buttons connected with wifi,
the world is better off if we live a lie.