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[BraGGin Rights]

Seismic trembles and faults in the surface from the march of formations
The vast Army bends the horizon with strategic archery placement
The arrival tilts the Earth's axis and turns every ministry gothic
Battles left physically exhausted...too stoned for infinity gauntlets
War ensues, giving a conscious to infantry prophets
They pay attention to dwindling stocks with an interest on profits
Basilisk tongues in native language curses an innocent goddess
Mercenaries visit a homage and take a citizen hostage
Darkness from the clouds form to blanket the swarms of the mourning
Storms in the morning...lightning strikes the swords of Hattori!
...The battles resumes...
A chainmail breastplate covers the heart of a warrior
His unorthodox stance defends how the art is notorious
He strikes fear into his enemies and all who oppose
Rulers cower in fear from the loss of control
A lone hero emerges to claim the throne of the people
He dismantles the seat and proclaims,"You cannot own what is equal"...