The Grapes of Wrath [GRPE]

Mine eyes have seen the horror of the coming of the blob.
It has gathered in the system in a big, unwieldy mob
I have seen the fateful flashes of its sensor-boosting throb -
The blob goes marching on!

I have seen the flash of gunfire from the gate and station camps:
They have made themselves a killing field with scramblers, webs and damps
Where they pass their fatal sentence both on foes and passing tramps -
The blob goes marching on!

They have set a judgement filter for their common overview:
It is sifting out the colorless and red from all the blue.
Oh, be mindful of your standings, if you want to make it through!
The blob goes marching on!

I have read its name in capitals in every nullsec fleet;
I have felt it freezing time itself as hordes of vessels meet;
And the training alts in noob ships crush the nodes beneath their feet -
The blob goes marching on!

It is blocking off the spacelanes like a fishnet in the sea,
With a rate of frames per second that transfixes you and me.
All of space will freeze around us, and we'll die before we're free.
The blob goes marching on.

It is coming with the power of a crushing tidal wave;
It's a plaything to the mighty, it's a killer to the brave.
With the universe its footstool, and the frames per sec its slave,
The blob goes marching on!