Armies of millions marching for hours
Just for the chance to knock down my towers
My food may be stolen, some pride may be bruised
But my army i can feed makes me better then you
So cry and whine pillage the weak
The future of your army is looking bleak
Summer is coming vacations come by
Take the days off and your army will die
The effort is useless they will be in vein
As you spend all your time playing this game



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