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Sun faded away And there is no way It will ever again sway Oh wait, soup is ready. I cannot smile Cruel demons of vile Drive 'bikes on the bridge of 7-miles Keep rollin' rollin' rollin'. Hey, this doesn't make any sense This poem is a total mess Fuck you, take this dress And shove it up your ass. What's this dress? Just something to rhyme with "mess". Why are you so mean to us, the depressed? Grow a dick and do something about it And stop pestering us with your shit. B-but mum hates me... Make her not hate you anymore. We are poor and I am dumb... Then eat pigeons' bread crumbs AND PISS OFF AND LEARN THAT LIFE IS UNFAIR. Or work for McDon

"Report in, fellows!" "Lis Odin ready, comrade!" "Tomahawk One ready!" "Baker Two ready, sir!" The team was assembling in a rocky, shady valley, near the borders of Lybia. Half of the initial team was taken out of battle by the German artillery. All that was left was Vasya's T-34-76, Clyde's Ram II, Gerald's AT-15A and the captain of the unit's Comet. Scrambled within the cemetery of allied tanks there were still scorching enemy Panthers and P4 H's. "Alright, boys!" announced Knights, the captain. "The ridge over there is defended by Jagdpanzers. Lucky for us, there are no heavy defenses on that hill rrright over there, so we can evade the ev