A Sonnet for War2

[jessu001]

In the hour we meet dear
I told the ghastling to keep it clear
Infantry on the side by the bawswe of trees
Birds long shunned the outskirts magic's disease
Lusted footmen from who knows where
While beverage ghaint falling from my beard

[Knitter]

Hi Jessu,
i mean…. Are you okay?

[KGBagent70]

A peon's hatchet chops tree's in delight
An unlusted ogre lingers in it's plight
An axethrower still awaits his call to war
Yet the lumbermill functions for him, no more

[Raz]

on the server War2.ru in the great Startale we trust
so when he calls me retard, lust my ogres I must
when he says his ally I will be no more
I know that more grunts I must send to war

[Raz]

he wishes me death in a fire because of my unit control
but he doesn't know I have all the goldmines patrolled
the way I microed my grunts made him say it was cringe
yet I'm his biggest fan, all his videos I binge

[~ToRa~]

And then the war2 council says Nevermore Nevermore.