far deadlier foe

With peat-bogs aplenty and mountains of sand we've tons of resources in this tiny land to fuel all our fires and built such contraptions as do many bigger more powerful nations. Our mountains yield coal copper gold and platin in deep and rich lodes and in thick running seams but such paltry trinkets and their fleeting sums do pale when compared to our daughters and sons. In their hearts and minds burns amor patria – a love for this nation of Grigovia – which won't be extinguished by water or wind which none of them have plans to ever rescind. We've beaten off waves of Rus Mongol and Hun although their massed arrows did blot out the sun and they tried a way in to trick and to buy but soon did roll over to perish and die. Now there is another far deadlier foe whose tricks tools and talents still brutally grow who claims he is fighting for Liberty but whose wheels are just spinning in deep bloody ruts. The Ynki is cunning and greedy to boot he's rendered the standards of compassion moot he's sent out his forces to conquer the Earth while his chubby denizens wallow in mirth. We won't let him split our defenses asunder or punish our citizens with rolling thunder but rather we'll join him in battle should he decide ever to force us onto our knees.

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