Thread:MediocreKnight/@comment-27666783-20200227215226/@comment-27666783-20200228190645

''To the legion of the little ones, to the cohort of the weak, To my brethren's game rigged in Lescatie, Sings a soldier of the lowly, another number, no such worth, And a trooper of the some faction, if you please.''

''Yea, a trooper of the forces who has no hope in its courses, And faith we march the beat and march it blind, And the world was more than large to ensure that were never in charge, Who here would ever want to be our kind?''

''We're poor little lemmings who've lost our way, Rah! Rah! Rah! We're little cannon fodder who've gone astray, Rah! Rah! Rah! Pitiful-rankers out on the spree, Nerfed from here to Eternity, Gods have mercy on such as we, Rah! Rah! Rah!''

''Oh, it's sweet to sweat through stables, sweet to empty kitchen slops, And it's sweet to hear the tales the troopers tell, To dance with godly entities like a scythe through the crops And get thrashed and shrug conceding, "Lost? Oh well.".''

''Yes, it makes you go and wonder, with your comrades torn asunder, What god you angered to be offered the worst spur, When you envy, Oh how keenly, those mighty fighting cleanly Who blacks the sky and looks oe'r you in a slur.''

''We're poor little lemmings who've lost our way, Rah! Rah! Rah! We're little cannon fodder who've gone astray, Rah! Rah! Rah! Pitiful-rankers out on the spree, Nerfed from here to Eternity, Gods have mercy on such as we, Rah! Rah! Rah!''

''If the homes we try to write to, and the oaths we try to keep, And all we know most distant and most dear, Are rendered utter trivials to the power on the creep, Can you blame us if we soak ourselves in beer?''

''When the drunken comrade mutters and the great guard-lantern gutters And the horror of our fall is written plain, Every secret, self-revealing on the aching white-washed ceiling, Do you wonder that we drug ourselves from pain?''

''We're poor little lemmings who've lost our way, Rah! Rah! Rah! We're little cannon fodder who've gone astray, Rah! Rah! Rah! Pitiful-rankers out on the spree, Nerfed from here to Eternity, Gods have mercy on such as we, Rah! Rah! Rah!''

''We have done with Hope and Honour, we are lost to Strength and Truth, We are dropping down the ladder rung by rung, And the measure of our torment is the measure of our youth. Gods help us, for we knew the worst too young!''

''Our shame is clean repentance for the weakness that brought the sentence, Our pride it is to know no spur of pride, And the Curse of Villains hold us till an alien turf enfolds us    And we die, and none can tell Them where we died.''

''We're poor little lemmings who've lost our way, Rah! Rah! Rah! We're little cannon fodder who've gone astray, Rah! Rah! Rah! Pitiful-rankers out on the spree, Nerfed from here to Eternity, Gods have mercy on such as we, Rah! Rah! Rah!''