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Long ago in schloggers land,
There lived a man who was surely not bland,
His name was Blackhawk, but the people knew him as the schizo,
And blackhawk was a heathen, oh surely he was,
He was mad indeed, and the people wanted him gone.
Blackhawk was feared in schloggers land,
Surely, many dislikes he could unhand,
But he was just one dot of sand,
In the horde that was a desert.
Blackhawk was a brave man,
He truly had many a' fan,
But against the horde, he was just a man,
Whatever he can, the crowd can!
Blackhawk, he was known,
From /qa/ to the schlog,
And from /int/ to the 'blog!
Surely blackhawk was not just a log,
Swimming in the bog!
Blackhawk once to himself swore,
"This world, I will it to abhore,
Until all the worshippers of the jew on a stick,
Worship Magikarp, then, surely I shall
Adore this world, adore it galore!"
Oh blackhawk, surely he was misguided
He was ignorant, only one sided!
In the schlog, none had as much as him pride!
He thought he could move the tide,
But if he ever tried, all that before him lied,
Was the power of the Lord!
Surely, none thought the heathen Blackhawk,
Could do good, but one day, he had changed.
Surely, from his heathen religion, he has abstained.
From his chains, shall he be let go,
Oh, Lord, cause him to be unchained,
For he has entered into thy Kingdom!
For he, blackhawk, had he realize,
That for no longer, he could believe his lies,
Surely, he had now become wise,
For he had entered the kingdom of the Lord!
Let my story be a lesson,
The Lord, you shall not lessen,
Oh, to me well listen,
That when you think well,
Surely, you shall glisten!
There lived a man who was surely not bland,
His name was Blackhawk, but the people knew him as the schizo,
And blackhawk was a heathen, oh surely he was,
He was mad indeed, and the people wanted him gone.
Blackhawk was feared in schloggers land,
Surely, many dislikes he could unhand,
But he was just one dot of sand,
In the horde that was a desert.
Blackhawk was a brave man,
He truly had many a' fan,
But against the horde, he was just a man,
Whatever he can, the crowd can!
Blackhawk, he was known,
From /qa/ to the schlog,
And from /int/ to the 'blog!
Surely blackhawk was not just a log,
Swimming in the bog!
Blackhawk once to himself swore,
"This world, I will it to abhore,
Until all the worshippers of the jew on a stick,
Worship Magikarp, then, surely I shall
Adore this world, adore it galore!"
Oh blackhawk, surely he was misguided
He was ignorant, only one sided!
In the schlog, none had as much as him pride!
He thought he could move the tide,
But if he ever tried, all that before him lied,
Was the power of the Lord!
Surely, none thought the heathen Blackhawk,
Could do good, but one day, he had changed.
Surely, from his heathen religion, he has abstained.
From his chains, shall he be let go,
Oh, Lord, cause him to be unchained,
For he has entered into thy Kingdom!
For he, blackhawk, had he realize,
That for no longer, he could believe his lies,
Surely, he had now become wise,
For he had entered the kingdom of the Lord!
Let my story be a lesson,
The Lord, you shall not lessen,
Oh, to me well listen,
That when you think well,
Surely, you shall glisten!
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