The busy farmers
Work the crops in growing fields
To feed the soldier.
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The busy farmers
Work the crops in growing fields
To feed the soldier.
As farmers labor
Sun raises early and sets late
Make plentiful harvest
girls in bikinis
playing in the sea with fish
drinking all the brew
my mighty motivated military march making mountains trembles
bread, bows, brew and bronze build fear
friends, foe, fought to the end yet divided they stumble.
Why write of summer
Clearly it is too hot now
Winter is Coming
death is in the field
they are some mine, all of theirs
my land still sees dawn
Settlers everywhere
Not a one in sight to help
Settlers where are you
its so **** hot out
pour me a good cold brewsky
then pour another
HardWood Stone Marble
No Resources OH MY GOD
Fire the mayor
you die today here
you will be born tomorrow
that is the cycle life