Hello Valour, my old friend
Hello Valour, my old friend,
Ive come to milk X5 again,
Because a cav softly creeping,
Tried to kill me while i was sleeping,
And the multiplayer that was missing in my game,
Now remains
Within the screams of peasants.
In restless dreams I had X1
Narrow streets of low xp,
neath the barn of a stupid map,
I turned my 2h to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of
A xbow bolt,
Across the map,
And touched the screams of peasants.
And in light of EU1 i saw
Ten thousand peasants, maybe more.
People throwing without wpf,
People riding sumpter cav,
People playing samurais with shields
And no one deared
Disturb the screams of peasants.
Fools said i,you do not know
Peasants like a cancer grow.
Hear my QQV that I might teach you,
Take low agi that I might reach you.
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed
In the screams of peasants
And the people bowed and prayed
To the multi God the admins made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the signs said, the words of the admins
Are written on the forum,
And the chat.
And whisperd in the lamnets of peasants.
