Leaders have betrayed their sacred trust. Hordes of invaders soil a fertile land. A serpent loosed bites and enslaves. Infecting and deceiving, invites an early grave. A quick escape, a burden to the host. Its people dismayed by those who plunder, those who boast. No desire to assimilate, the ambition enshined to overtake. Thunderous hordes cross waters, though no welcoming bridge. Mimic two daughters of the leech, pleading give, give, give.
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