Call Me* Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

Call me then, when Heaven's army comes near the low chaos that's beneath, approaching reopen gates, aiming to attack, get ready: assure chosen to pick tactics, a total victory.


Awake me from a deep nap, then, awaiting I've taken it, releasing my inner Hulk that's inside, providing its approved help for its finish: ending all those spoken lies.


Let me aid you, help by assisting, wanting to protect things right; transactions by laying relief, cutting its harsh evils: hateful cruel deeds, silencing that's bad, please.


The resources given to me needed to do this, submitting facts that are required, performing steps do all of it; giving out my best efforts that I have inside.