Ants incarnate

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Spindel sinews that terraform the land.
Living in the soil, gravel, and sand.
A vast matrix from which they expand.
From across the seas, they come to land.

Spreading across, having the need to explore.
They come in fire, leaf, honeypot, and more.
Wars will be waged to settle the score,
so it is delineated in their deep ingrained lore.

It is time to stage an attack.
They all file out of the bivouac.
The opposing colony tries to fight back, 
but their defenses are alack.

Devastation and regrowth; they adapt to any environment.
Never seeming to relent.
Geared towards survival, they are hell-bent.

"The world is mine," so says the ant.

I think with some of that description we all are the ant sometimes.