And so the forums grew big and wide,
with healthy fun stuff from all sides,
until a man came, a cheater who,
if he was here Karl would call a "degenerate Jew".
His name is Death, but brought his own end,
Yet his account he tried to amend,
but Fizzer said no, "you rigged coin games"
And one Belgian left WL in shame.
Along came another, no not Death's alt,
A raccoon with whom you could find no fault;
Is he Flemish? who really cares?
He's probably typing drunk in his underwear.
He makes the forums look like shit,
worse than the Tumblrina feminist,
a cancer spread, one which hadn't been seen,
since the Genghisdemic of 2014.
And thus the forums, left in a wreak,
by swamp-dwelling losers (We sure they're not Shrek?)
Getting drunk and high and taking refugees,
allowing them to screw about as much as they please,
"And don't call me fat!" Maggie deBock retorts,
In between eating, she casually snorts,
Belgium's the problem with all of Warlight,
if we nuked it, the future would seem bright