Thy ply at this word,
Most definitely is great,
And your speaking must be heard,
Through Mordor and the Black Gate.
Defiantly we shall stand,
Until we hear the evils of Halsey slide away,
Slinking to places of trees and paradises of sand,
To ruin some other poor souls' day.
So, to thee I say once more,
Proclaim your love anew,
For the thing that we adhere to and adore,
It shall hold in store, great rewards for you.
To Voxelus and Black Pony,
And the hopes that we do not encounter some mad brony!