A stroll through providence - a Minmatar Militia poem

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(DrButterfly PHD) #1

We wandered lonely in our Ferox
That pulls range, locks and shoots and kills,
When all at once we saw a camp,
A host of golden provi-dils;
Beside the gate, beneath the stars,
Approaching and orbitting in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
and twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretched in never-ending line
drones at the ready in their bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
anchored up in sprightly dance.

The feroxes engaged; but they
aligned to station, warped in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
in such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
what wealth of loot those noobs had brought:

For oft, when in my belt I mine
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the provi-dils.

Thanks for the roam Providence! Sorry you couldn’t get a fleet up.

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T.R.I.A.D Recruiting [Minmatar FactionWarfare] [Ushra'Khan]
(Ustag) #2

and a Bomber bar was in progress in the same time… ready to coordinate against our enemies.

go UK!
death to the slavers!
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