An epic war poem for Russell
Here comes The conqueror with his shield,
figthing the enemy with sharp arrows and spears,
he wins all the battles in foreign fields,
no warrior defeats him as nothing he fears.
Through valleys and mountains in the battle
warfare day and night to found his kingdom
he finally builds his deserved castle
full of happiness, effort and wisdom.
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