"Out of the cum that covers me,
White as the ranch from her to she,
I thank whatever gods may be
For the unconquerable omp123.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
They have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the hours of advance,
Omp123's back aches, but remains unbowed.
Beyond this forum of re-posts it gets,
Looms but the Horror of a mosaic shade,
And yet this menace of censored assets
Finds Quaking_Nuts and Omp123 unafraid.
It matters not how off the pixel,
How charged and horny the trolls,
They are the masters of our fate,
The are the masters of our poles."
-"Invictus." by William Coomest Henley