They march
As if they were a mere image of each other
Moving in an almost identical movement, side by side
Shaking the earth as they march to their destination
Crushing everything and anything in their path
Ruthlessly trying to survive and gather supplies for their home
Just then, a massive object appears above them
Moving swiftly downward as if the gravity was bending to its will
Before the marching group could stop
BOOM
The massive object had landed on it's selected target
The group, the army had disbanded
Losing all morale, all meaning, they scatter
Not knowing where to go but away
There they go
What used to be a formidable army, now gone, with one swift hit
No more
No more, the ants have all scattered away
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