Hiro Endgame

The earth is full of anger,

The seas are dark with wrath,

The nations in their harness

Go up against our path:

Ere yet we loose the legions--

Ere yet we draw the blade,

Jehovah of the Thunders,

Lord God of Battles, aid!

-Kipling


That man was quite the poet,

But I'm a poet too,

And you had best not test me,

Lest you be reduced to goo,

So tarry not a moment,

Send prayers unto your God,

For when it comes down to it,

You'll be docking in a pod.