Blizz the divine - the bandwagon left
Excel the premonitions, dwell with selling visions
Discuss the disgrunted distrust with hellish disgust
It’s me you mistrust, while I make my fists thrust…
...Through the helmets of you foot soldiers n foes
zone in the blows, blizz stands tall holding the post
I’m one with wind singing for lost souls and freaks
Puzzled I speak about the muscles of weak
tussle the weak, enforcing Strength in thought
It might be length you bought still drenched in awe
Fencing palms of death, questioning the arms that fetch
Harm and quests with alarming breaths charming thefts
Morning to day and dust till dawn crushing the storms
Flushed in the corner, a coroner of forms born lord…
Styles equipped quick, scriptures ger ripped sick
Blizz missed the bandwagon, lagging in notions
Grab the slowmotion, I’m the man that ban the corrosion
"I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones."
---Albert Einstein
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