If we must be banned, let it not be like Metapods
Suspended for our infractions in an inglorious spot,
While round us bark the mad and hungry Mods,
Making their mock at our accursed lot.
If we must be banned, O let us nobly be banned,
So that our metaphoric blood may not be shed
In vain; then even the Mods that we have damned
Shall be constrained to honor us though digitally dead!
O kinsmen we must meet the tyrannical foe!
Though far underpowered let us show us brave,
And for their thousand blows deal one deathblow!
What though before us lies the Smogon grave?
Like men we'll face the murderous, cowardly pack,
Pressed to the wall, dying, but fighting back!
Suspended for our infractions in an inglorious spot,
While round us bark the mad and hungry Mods,
Making their mock at our accursed lot.
If we must be banned, O let us nobly be banned,
So that our metaphoric blood may not be shed
In vain; then even the Mods that we have damned
Shall be constrained to honor us though digitally dead!
O kinsmen we must meet the tyrannical foe!
Though far underpowered let us show us brave,
And for their thousand blows deal one deathblow!
What though before us lies the Smogon grave?
Like men we'll face the murderous, cowardly pack,
Pressed to the wall, dying, but fighting back!