A poem about my clan, Ancient Specters

Deep into the forest, and far beyond the mountains,
Lay the 40 undead spirits, ready to fight.
Awakened since the dawn of time, never stopping to rest,
They draw their swords and charge, for it is their right.

*whips out guitar, starts playing it while screaming and bobbing head back and forth

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

We are the Ancient Specterzzzzz!!!!!!!
WE LOV LOTS OF BEER!!">
IF YOU DONT LOV BEER
THEN YOU SUCK!

BEEER BEEER BEEER BEEER

DO THE HARLEM SHAKE!!!!

*takes selfie

*gets killed by vdubz
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hmm whats with the girls that only like champain?
AND DO THE HARLEM SHAKE
Marcus the Wise,

">">"> You got it dude!!

Snap a selfie and i'll kill you!! ">"> *Duckface, Selfie* ">
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