So, how did the war go?
I was captured and whipped
I collapsed down low,
Tears from my eyes dripped
They were tears of pain,
they were tears of woe

I remember:
That evil one was one large ****.
He was a helper to the evil king.
He was as ugly as a deformed pug
and he towered almost everything.
He used his weapons. He abused his might
but soon a general came.
They greeted each other. They started to fight.
Both weapons a sword, they entered the game.
Both frightened, and prayed to the very Lord.
They sweated and beamed, it shan’t be the same.
The big baboon gleamed. He sharpened his aim
as swords clanked like a rattling chain.

The soldiers died in strife and pain.

Back at the duel,
swiveled thoughts of fear.
The good general slashed the brute’s very ear.
They slashed one another.
Blood spilled out.

The dying people screamed with a ****** shout.
Launching arrows using bows,
each one struck with a ****** stab.
Stung and torn by the vengeful foes.
The thunder shrieked with gravity.
Many died in depravity.
The corpses dripped crimson gore,
red as the sun on red sand
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But back at the duel, the king was abed.
The brute was gone. He was pale dead
By the king’s bed, the general gave a grin
and performed his final sin.
And now they shout, the soldiers shout:
Death to the king! Death to the King!
The Tyrant is gone forever!
Yet this war, this dreadful war
will leave us to ponder as well.