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a land for which, the banner tore,
honorable intent, I do implore,
a want so gracious, evermoor..
A sad little knight in the dark is swayed,
With a heavy heart and a weary hand,
He bans the troublemakers from his land.
His armor’s scarred, his spirit low,
As he battles trolls in the digital flow,
Each ban a sigh, each click a tear,
In a realm where loneliness draws near.
He seeks some peace amidst the strife,
Yet finds his duties cut like a knife,
In this endless patrol, his heart is sore,
A little knight longing for something more.
A sad little knight in the dark is swayed,
With a heavy heart and a weary hand,
He bans the troublemakers from his land.
His armor’s scarred, his spirit low,
As he battles trolls in the digital flow,
Each ban a sigh, each click a tear,
In a realm where loneliness draws near.
He seeks some peace amidst the strife,
Yet finds his duties cut like a knife,
In this endless patrol, his heart is sore,
A little knight longing for something more.
A sad little knight in the dark is swayed,
With a heavy heart and a weary hand,
He bans the troublemakers from his land.
His armor’s scarred, his spirit low,
As he battles trolls in the digital flow,
Each ban a sigh, each click a tear,
In a realm where loneliness draws near.
He seeks some peace amidst the strife,
Yet finds his duties cut like a knife,
In this endless patrol, his heart is sore,
A little knight longing for something more.
Australia does not exist. All things you call “proof” are actually well fabricated lies and documents made by the leading governments of the world. Your Australian friends? They’re all actors and computer generated personas, part of the plot to trick the world.
If you think you’ve ever been to Australia, you’re terribly wrong. The plane pilots are all in on this, and have in all actuality only flown you to islands close nearby – or in some cases, parts of South America, where they have cleared space and hired actors to act out as real Australians.