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Post by FPV on May 22, 2011 18:57:17 GMT -5
Welcome my friend, to the thunderdome This modern architecture shall be your funeral home Your ghost, free to roam Once your body has been destroyed
Odin Balfore, hailing from his Norway Coming to the WCF to enter the fray Wanting to tell me his say His mistake will cast him into the void
A reasonable man of good intentions Repay his dues, help the rookies retention Deep inside, his honor a mere deception Just an excuse to excuse to keep him employed
A veteren of the industry, a pro Has made many a friend and foe Only one man sees him and knows He is merely another pawn, like one Roy
A pawn in this game, the road of one man The man comes and does what he can What he must, to fulfill his plan Not to repeat the future, that which he avoids.
Odin, what is up with your way of war You are not a man who focuses, not one who soars You bash your enemies, making sure they are soar All thanks to all of your expensive little steroids
Ohio shall be your resting ground After your body is buried and you've found That all your effort you thought were safe and sound Have been compromised and fully destroyed.
Odin, welcome to your hell, Cinncinati, Ohio. I look forward to putting you to sleep. Just remember this, and you'll find your end that much more comforting.
- FPV
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