It was 2039, a nation laid low,
A once-proud land, now shrouded in woe.
We stood on the brink, victorious near,
But the invaders' shadow cast our darkest year.
It began in '21, a fateful day,
When a leader’s hand paved the invaders’ way.
Like rats, they multiplied, a hungry horde,
Their poison spread, a blight...
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