Nothing Will Survive

To the tune of I Will Survive, I present this work of literary prose celebrating my inability to purify catchy songs from my mind.

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First I was afraid, I was petrified

Kept thinking I could never ding with all this crappy gear

But I spent many nights proving how misplaced was my fear

I grew strong

I learned how to carry on

And so I’m back from the Outland

I just walked in to find you here with that sad look upon your face

You should have rerolled a warlock

Or at least maybe a death knight

And leveled back when you had the chance, you see, it’s far too late now

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Go on now, go cry for mommy

You might as well now

‘Cause your life is almost done

I’m the one that will end you with arcane, frost and flame

I hope you stumble

I hope you lay down and die

Because you see

No one will survive as long as I know how to cast

I know I will slay you all

You’ve got no life left to live

I have so much pain to give

No one will survive

Nothing will survive

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It took all the strength I had

Not to weep and sob

Kept trying hard to cast

Through the jaws of interrupts

And I spent oh so many nights

Just feeling sorry for myself

I used to QQ

Now I hold my head up high

And you see me

Somebody new

I’m not that fragile little caster

Running in fear of you

And so you felt like dropping by

And just expect me to be free

Now I’m killing you and your alts

And everyone on your team

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No, no one will survive (Pwnd)

No, no one will survive (el oh el)

No, nothing will survive (slash spit)

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