Yea, on the winds it blows,
a troubling scent from Western shores.
The recoloring of textures both far and wide,
set many in Great America apart, by a grand divide.
Blown 'cross the waves by mighty winds,
it troubles, surely, our European friends.
So still this divide does grow,
with nary an end that one may know.
This is but sure, and true, said lastly:
in recoloring textures, there is neither might -- nor majesty.
Fuck that rhyming shit, I should have done this in a cadence.
There once was a nerd named Anders
All he ever did was post endless banter
Prolific thread shitter
Mindless as a critter
One day he wondered off a cliff
And his life ceased with a violent jitter
Or not.. But we can hope..
Anders, don't take it too hard its just a joke. :lol:
Europe is gay.
Swords are gay.
Jarids are gay.