13 June 2012
Poirems, you may have hundreds of fleets, And Glarce may have your science, Yasts may have guerilla warfare, But you simply fight in defiance.
Your tactics are old, Outmoded, outdated, You can't think of new plans, Your warfare is not creative.
We can set the seed of doubt, Into each and every mind, The seed will feed and grow and spread, The condition is not kind.
Rebellion will sweep across your land, Order and law will twist And while your busy attending to cities, We'll strike with an iron fist.
All your races simply kill, You do not realised where strength lies, We will win the war with ease, When we destroy your societies.
Sqwarks. The Purple Death • Opuss № I