A poem/predication about the final end of the Unjust war/

[dark tyrant]

"The reamaning UJPers I think knew they were doomed. But where anthour group would surrender to despair, The UJPers fought back with even greater strength. They made the Justice League fight for every inch of land. In my life I  have never seen anything like it. They would weep, They would pray, They would say good bye to their loved ones. Then throw them selves without fear or hestation at the very face of death itself. Never Surrendering. No one who saw them fighting against the inevitable could help but be moved to tears by their courge. their stubborn nobility. When they ran out of planes, they used guns, when they ran out of guns, they used Knifes and sticks and bear hands. They were magnifcient. I only hope that when it is my time, I may die with half as much dignity as I saw in their eyes at the end. They did this for (Insert amount of time here) . They never ran out of courge...but in the end they ran out of time."-Dark Tyrant at the end of the Unjust war on (Insert day here).


Obviusly when the Unjust war ends the gaps in this will filled in.

[Flask]

...Okay.

[Commisar Gaunt]

....poem...?



....prediction...?

[dark tyrant]

look I didn't know how to decribe it.