Such a delight it is to be at peace,
With the great draconians,
During this time of war,
My eyes full of anger,
As my men are slaughtered,
By those called the humans,
They are more like wolves,
The hunt us down with their bows and guns,
They strike our brethren with their mighty swords,
Until there is only one left.
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