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Waking up right at dawn,
Right when the first ray strikes,
The surface of the beautiful planet,
It transformed everything.

From here to there,
From everywhere,
Streaming all the way out,
They came pouring.

Calling out to everyone,
Right out from the edge of darkness,
This was the art of war,
In all of it's purest form. 

Legends of the unheard,
Were bedtime stories for the kids,
Books and songs all written out,
This was a tale in itself.

All that was not important this morning,
As it all lay as was the case,
There was an imminent attack,
Waiting to pounce unknown.

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