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The helldivers dived again and again. Malevelon creek bed the land they did tread. With weapons in hand they stared into red. The bots came to greet them and ended up dead. Fight on my comrades, put oil to soil, Fight on my comrades their plans we will foil. For those we have lost our democracy we keep, if bots had feelings I'm sure they would weep. Our children will sing of our glorious war, if the red eyes come back they'll face helldivers once more