There once was a man, a young man named Kurt,
And he dug on a холм, хилл a deep trench in the dirt,
To prepare for the horsepocalypse that would come,
For he did not deny its existence like some.
No threat would be larger, and no danger higher
Than when Лошади attacked in great horse-balls of fire.
They'd roll down the mountains and fall from the sky,
And all those who had not been ready would die.
They'd crash into houses, whole buildings they'd tear,
And burn all the people, not one would they spare.
They'd crush all our armies, destroy what they please,
And decimate great world leaders with ease.
All people,...
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