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Submitted by Spartan[nK]
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Mar 13, '08
Author: Ledgo55
Tools of the swarm.
They'll eat you while your warm.
Shoot them while you can.
They're claws will dig into your shoulders,
You are stuck, looking the beast in the face.
Nothing to do but watch this beast,
as it begins to feast on you.
As your last moment of life comes,
The Zergling is the winner.
Running is no use for you,
They'll only chase you down.
They'll jump on your back.
Then they'll rip you apart,
A Cowards death from the zergling.
They're the tools of the trade.
If your an infantry, Don't run.
You will be chosen, they will hunt you.
They have no moral, no feeling, pleading is Unwise.
Shoot them while you can.
When the battle is done,
and you have fled.
Your arm is gone, they have token a toll.
Remeber the Zergling, they want the rest of you.
Tools of the swarm.
They'll eat you while your warm.
Shoot them while you can.
They're claws will dig into your shoulders,
You are stuck, looking the beast in the face.
Nothing to do but watch this beast,
as it begins to feast on you.
As your last moment of life comes,
The Zergling is the winner.
Running is no use for you,
They'll only chase you down.
They'll jump on your back.
Then they'll rip you apart,
A Cowards death from the zergling.
They're the tools of the trade.
If your an infantry, Don't run.
You will be chosen, they will hunt you.
They have no moral, no feeling, pleading is Unwise.
Shoot them while you can.
When the battle is done,
and you have fled.
Your arm is gone, they have token a toll.
Remeber the Zergling, they want the rest of you.
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