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It's a slow day at work..took me 2 min to come up with...this...
Inspired by: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u9Dg-g7t2l4
The Sound of PK
Hello PK, my old friend
I've come to play with you again
Because a rogue is softly creeping
Left its tracks while I was exping
And the dagger that was planted in my back
Still remains within the post of "OUCH!"
In restless spams I ran alone
Narrow rooms of a chokey zone
'Neath the halo of a crystal stick
I turned my notice on and spam
When my eyes were stabbed
By the flash of a pair of dirks
That ended the PK for me
And touched the sound of swearing
And in the naked Circle of Light I saw
Ten dead people, maybe more
People talking with typing
People hearing with reading
People writing stuff
That mind cannot grasp
And no one dare
Disturb the Guardian
"Fools," said I, "you do not know
How to hold blocks
Read my narrates that I might teach you
Take my spams that I might reach you."
But my words like horses in Blight fell
And lost in the spams of whining
And the people droped and reequiped
From the vast storage they made
And the survivors flashed out their warning
And the chaotic narrates that it was forming
And the Immortal said,
"If anyone needs any help send a tell
And be patient,
Otherwise die bravely."
And they all died in a door