I fought the good fight,
twelve hours long,
three trojans,
kept me circling around,
their spying minions,
respawning,
almost as fast as,
I could wipe them out,
finally it was done,
I had won the war,
though a few battles lost,
explore was a cost,
but lest a total wipe,
go to a brand new time,
lose all the space,
it would be fine.
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