User blog comment:Vorknkx/Poetry!/@comment-26005008-20150722081416

I come here with all my guns, For this beast who never runs, With such children that plagued us, That every marine did cuss, That unleashed such vile gore, That my friends can’t shoot no more.

Vile vores & shamblers, Always play with gamblers, They fight the greatest: Ranger, Who’ll subdue any danger, For the people back at home, We’ll say in many a tome, That he’s tougher than nails, And that he never fails, Seeing’s how he left trails, And heard so many wails, From the bodies of his foes, Anywhere that he ever goes, And with or without your trust, He shall do that which he must.

He blasted them all away, He thinks to hisself today, ‘It is time to save the day,’ Takes steps into the portal, That’d scare ’ny other mortal, But he has an ax to grind, With this beast seemingly blind, Swings everywhere he can find, ‘This’d put an end to your kind!’

Now that Shub‐Niggurath’s dead, He wiped the blood off ’f his head, Is victory finally here? Have saved all that we hold dear? Now that the echos are gone, He must combat Armagon! Then rescue the world’s history, Lest we be a mystery.