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Nanochan poem Nanonymous No.11327 [D][S][L][A][C]

Signaling the final days
Through ups and downs
spam and frowns
as clear as night and day

But this little fort
five to ten strong
with a flourishing culture
death is the report

It appeared suddenly
hidden from the masses
who destroy love and asses
as she withers away in the dawn

Horror strikes this little fort
as we called this place our home
and love of the ancients
now we're just like rome

Betrayal or stress
nothing more than a right mess
for the inhabitants of this fort
who became a different sort

As we mourn and look back
we see the world collapse
as we turn forward
towards the war torn shack

the fort was protected
from the outside world
an unimaginable hell
which rang the twisted bell

Now we await
the collapse of our little fort
as we wonder what shall become
of the people we met at the gate