Finreir of Vertan, Falaq'an of Tsol'teth
Who will we crown in lyrical duel to death?

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Now Smallings heed this, by Imperial decree:
Comes not war, but peace - for free!

Let me flow with the cosmos, the runes, the all,
Summon Alytharn's rhymes for thought out brawl
In lyrical verse, Tsol'teth will fall -
And mark another triumph in Sorathia's halls!
Quin'ar - HA! Are you tools or thrall?
Who do you beckon now in tyrant's call?
Crawl back to hole behind Raia'dalam's walls -
Enough to catch the Daq's praise to ALL!
Your Fortress? - HA! A comedy rehearsed!
Can you hold to magic of folds traveresed -
Will you cry insane outburst? -
To the oracles of rhyme and multi-verse?
I've had enough of this play!
Let me spit out pathway,
Have the Vertan empire view display -
Of Prime conquest on the path to SLAAAY!

Judgement of Balan'lier declares offence:
Assets Employed: Falaq'an - Lyrical action commence!

Designation Finreir needs chastised?
Observation. Who was behind Death's demise?
We of five, view the nine likewise -
Your remains will be assigned as prize
We record you Diss-respect as data set,
To True Progress in science manifest!
We will meld the masterminds expressed,
In our underground sound possessed
Hwarak alshamar sang rach haahl,
The Pitch black slang heard in your fall!
Fulcrum will dictate the hate to enthrall,
A Genesis to captivate ALL!
Action advised. Query Empire defence -
We the master of Terminus immense
Will progress our lines in recompense

Report ends.

Penned by my hand on the 17th of Chronos, in the year 942 AF.