When it comes down to force
To brutality and rhyme.
Only one's best of course,
You know it's TIME!
We may look the most epic,
We may rhyme well,
Not 'fraid of Antag's roundhouse kick,
We dine in hell
But when it's time
and battles start
We'll fight like Prime
The war is art!
For we are proud
With knowledge vast
To the crowd, aloud
we shout: We will last!
Prepare for the blast
By the way, time rhymes with rhyme.
That's epic in itself, isn't it? Yay!
I wonder what Gl1tch thinks of my rhymes.
The thought of myself possibly lacking understanding of syllables
it's unbearable!
I've got to know, I've got to empathize with syllables, I've got to learn their culture and speak with their greatest philosophers and scientist, I have to make a Time Embassy in their land.
I don't want Time to be known for disrespect, or worse, racism, against syllables!