' Wrote:But what is this?
The worshipers of orange,
Spreaders of addiction
Forward bring the ravager
A beast as long as an administrators ego
A spawn of retardation.
The Nyx and the Thannie hold their ground,
Awaiting on a miracle yet to be found.
The battle would have been quick but not long,
If the Outcasts could actually lock on
Yet even with their numbers,
Yet even with their Sabres,
They had yet to scratch the remnants
The battle continued with length and might,
A sound was heard, an echo from Skype,
As it seemed that the time was ripe
There came Panzer in his majestic Light,
With a Kronos in it's dauntless Might