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Galactic War
The hands of time move on and on,
Aiding not arm nor core;
The planets watch as they move on,
In great galactic war.
The Arm are swift, their armor light,
The Core are slow yet true;
Person or pattern, here to fight,
Till either side wins through.
-----By Nilrem2k
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Aye, tear his tattered ensign down,
Long has it waved on high,
And many a Goliath has danced to see,
That Krogoth make stuff die.
Beneath him rung the battle shout,
And flamed the laser's bore,
The dungeonmaster of Core Prime,
Shall sweep Greenhaven no more.
His flanks once red with motor oil,
Where knelt the vanquished foe,
When winds did blow and waters did boil,
And wreckage clogged the ground below,
No more shall feel the victor's tread,
Or know the battle lore,
The Shooters of the Arm shall pluck,
The Krogoth of the Core.
Oh, better that his shattered hulk,
Should sink beneath Arm's wave,
His thunders shook this mighty land,
And here should be his grave,
Fly from his head the logo Core,
Repair his broken back,
And send him to the TA Heaven,
Send him to the Uberhack!
By Disgruntled Goat--TAU
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