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Silent as det grass
Stubborn as a rock
Yet you move with the force of the heavens 
And agility of the oacen
Over land and lair you're running
You always run and you always lessen
You've been scared and feel endangered
But never as much as you do now
For a new threat has risen
We are nothing but ants in compairson to you
Like children standing at the feet's of an elder chief
We look up at your greatness
We look up at your strength
still we bite and we claw, we destroy and we ruin
For what we lack in size we take back in ego and pride
And all I can do is stand here and watch
As you grow smaller
Always smaller
Till there's nothing left of your great kingdom

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