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(haven' t really posted in a while....)
Relic - MIA
So where is our fearless leader,
So brave and strong.
To what place has he traveled,
Left us for so long.
He hath missed the glory,
Reclaiming our rightful place.
He is sorely missed here,
Have you not seen his face?
To those who do not know,
This man of which I speak.
Let me tell a small tale,
Of the defender of the weak.
Long, long ago before F@H3,
There once was a man,
Who got people folding,
One of them was me.
He showed people the light,
He showed people the way.
He inspired the 'old-timers',
He inspires us til this day.
Some followers built at home,
Some borged at work.
Either way was fine with him,
It left him with a smirk.
To the battle front,
Was his loud cry.
Heard around the world,
You could not deny.
To the defense of the weak,
The sick and children.
For the future of mankind,
And for our kin.
This was our our leader,
So brave and proud.
Behind him the [H]orde,
Thundering loud!
How many boxen,
Have been laid to waste.
In hopes of a cure,
For which we all raced.
For we were inspired,
By Relic the man.
By the mojo story,
Together as a clan.
But now our leader is missing.
Gone from this place,
For now we take the slack,
To keep us at our pace.
Come back Relic, old friend.
To the [H]orde who needs you.
For those of us 'old-timers',
Friends through and through.
Come back for the new comers,
Provide more inspiration.
Come back soon,
To the [H]orde, number one.
Medieval
Bard in Training
Relic - MIA
So where is our fearless leader,
So brave and strong.
To what place has he traveled,
Left us for so long.
He hath missed the glory,
Reclaiming our rightful place.
He is sorely missed here,
Have you not seen his face?
To those who do not know,
This man of which I speak.
Let me tell a small tale,
Of the defender of the weak.
Long, long ago before F@H3,
There once was a man,
Who got people folding,
One of them was me.
He showed people the light,
He showed people the way.
He inspired the 'old-timers',
He inspires us til this day.
Some followers built at home,
Some borged at work.
Either way was fine with him,
It left him with a smirk.
To the battle front,
Was his loud cry.
Heard around the world,
You could not deny.
To the defense of the weak,
The sick and children.
For the future of mankind,
And for our kin.
This was our our leader,
So brave and proud.
Behind him the [H]orde,
Thundering loud!
How many boxen,
Have been laid to waste.
In hopes of a cure,
For which we all raced.
For we were inspired,
By Relic the man.
By the mojo story,
Together as a clan.
But now our leader is missing.
Gone from this place,
For now we take the slack,
To keep us at our pace.
Come back Relic, old friend.
To the [H]orde who needs you.
For those of us 'old-timers',
Friends through and through.
Come back for the new comers,
Provide more inspiration.
Come back soon,
To the [H]orde, number one.
Medieval
Bard in Training
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