I am the Snowverlord, Danonymous,
Prophet of Penguins, also slightly ridiculous.
I predicted the end, the Messianic expectation,
I tried to amend, the so-called resurrection.
I predicted Robloxia's downfall,
it is not such a dismal,
I predicted our world's end,
I can apprehend,
that we cannot mend.
A king lost to corruption,
faced disruption,
now we are in a state of mess,
is this our true test?
There was another saying,
that if we stopped praying,
depression would occur,
and it would recur.
This place a wasteland,
infested with the bland,
invasions of many fandoms,
breaks up all our kindoms.
The vineyard dead,
more could be said,
the banana trees black,
no longer intact.
The animals frowning,
snowmen drowning,
more men depending,
on the fighter's fending.
Then there would be a rise,
it shall overtake demise,
it is almost here,
strength equivalent to a bear.
The saviour will rid this land of all hostiles,
and cleanse the land of all defiles,
this is RPF's stand,
now go and run that errand.
You dumb citrus fruit,
Thomas the tank engine doesn't go toot toot,
he goes honk honk,
now get in my bed and prepare to bonk. |