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Whether you scatter’d when it matter’d on the team of red
or charged when you targed before you were dead
or kill a sniper when you’re hyper on a soda popper dread.
Bring a levy for the heavy
because they’ll fill you full of lead.

Just remember to dismember every single head
The lord of the sword will take more to bled
And slay every fray to the afterlife bed
But bring a levy for the heavy
because they’ll fill you full of lead!

But if for a reason you’re not believin’ you end up on the blu

And they’re willin’ to killin’ the very sight of you

just recall before you fall’d what is very very true

You can always become a heavy and fill them full of lead.

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I like poets so I'm doing this.

 

Spy sappin'sentries,Scout capturing the point

Soldiers blasting in the air,Demos chargin'targing

Pyros blowing firing,Engies building breaking

Medic ubercharging,Sniper multiple headshots

I'm the heavy charging.

 

Sorry they all rhyme in ''-ing'' since I am unprepared in making a poet rn(Right now).

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There's no need to...
Recreate and complicate the ways to over-kill,
Charge and crit and targe and hit the heavy alive still,
Just explode 'em with your load then the job is simply done,
And yourself will get more health for much more 'sploding fun.
Stab the engie in a frenzy then sap his construction,
Get that sentry with an entry for total destruction.
He's now back and attacks, killed you giving the finger,
But he don't know that's for show, you have your dead ringer.
Now the fun has just begun, you say with a laugh,
From larcenist to arsonist , a flaming psychopath.
Take the horde down, not sword bound, you'll fry them like trout,
Cuz when this furry's in a hurry his snout is over and out.

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Here is my 9 part free-verse poem.

 

They shout,

When you're Scout,

And they keep on the chatter,

You shatter their team,

For when you wield,

The goddamn Back Scatter.

 

Gib them,

Hit them,

It doesn't matter,

For when you garden,

They become flatter.

 

Burn them,

Turn them,

Into a filet,

As you keep WM1ing,

Your fire is bright as day.

 

Charging,

Targing,

They may pay,

But the reach of the Eyelander,

Is much to say.

 

Big man,

Big meal,

May seem like a great deal,

But if he wields such as a pan,

Hug him?

Yes you can.

 

Denier, Supplier,

May seem boring,

But it's worth it,

To see the Scout's tears pouring.

 

You go to the doctor,

He may give you a shot,

It might sting,

But if you stay still,

He may give you a lollipop.

 

Piss and diss,

You might not be in fear,

But when he's behind the scope,

The forecast comes in clear,

Lots of pink mist.

 

Bonjour,

Let me give you a tour,

Of a place called hell,

The first stop?

It'll be the ride of your life;

It's the end of this knife.

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