Rap Attack

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

And then it ground to a halt.

So thats all bitches,
the victor is clear,
spirit became the master here,
Detroit did fall,
and it seems all in all,
rap cannot be tamed.

Detroit went bang,

the war spread,

The word fell into chaos worse than the last zombie invasion.

And spirit lorded over us all.

(Join the resistance, its our only hope against our foe!)

this was genius from conception to conclusion, with the possible exception of the Flanders field bit, that killed in outright. I was amused a great deal!

This war was great fun
But I hope it was only the smoking gun.
I rematch is called for I think
So lets have more come and bring this world to the brink!