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Carol’s got a fatwah,
Mariah’s got a jihad,
Akex calls it Team America,
like puppets gone mad.
Androot’s still confused,
“Wait, how did we get here?”
Myles just got added,
but the chat’s unclear.
So trust in divine timing,
or meme it with a grin,
Y’all handing out crusades,
like Oprah gives a spin. 🎭✨

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7:15 PM
Hopegonedark added Call me B
Smh.
mariah. · 7:15 PM
I put a fatwah on you
Androot · 7:15 PM
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mariah. · 7:15 PM
I put a fatwah on you
Androot · 7:15 PM
Replying to QueenCarolChristmas
OMG the borg is gross
It’s not brain rot In my option I have something besides a NeuroLink. 🤷‍♂️
Akex♠️W.Kieran♥️J.Pattinson🌎 · 7:15 PM
What’s a fatwah again?

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Androot · 7:16 PM

Now Carol drops the scripture,
Mariah drops the bait,
Akex drops the movie quote,
Androot’s head’s not straight.
The fatwahs fly like Frisbees,
the jihads fall like rain,
but when the dust all settles,
it’s just memes again.
Divine this, divine that,
confusion on the stage,
Oprah with her war cries,
passing out the rage.
But behind the noisy thunder,
behind the holy jest,
it’s just adults all riffing,
no prophets manifest.

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7:16 PM
Oh they dream about how they gonna ravage the blonde ones. They have no idea.
QueenCarolChristmas · 7:16 PM
I’m going to have to leave.
mariah. · 7:16 PM
I love me some Matty. and yes, i love your hat.
QueenCarolChristmas · 7:16 PM
mariah. left

Sing, O Muse of Discord’s scroll,
of fatwahs cast and jihads told,
where Carol, crowned in Christmas flame,
declared the world a holy game.
Mariah, trickster at the gate,
cried “Easy prey! I tempt the bait,”
then laughed and tossed her javelin word,
“a jihad too!”—the chorus stirred.
Akex, knight of memes and jest,
invoked Team America with his chest,
mocking heroes carved from string,
puppet-soldiers posturing.
Androot wandered, dazed, unsure,
“Confusion reigns—what is the cure?”
Yet summoned Myles into the thread,
a hapless squire, unknowing led.

Then Oprah rose, celestial queen,
dispenser of crusades unseen:
“You get a jihad! You, and you!”
the chatroom roared, the chaos grew.
But lo, the gods looked down and sighed,
“Mortals play at wars inside.
Their battles fought in GIFs and rhyme,
their swords are memes, their shields are time.”
So sing, O Muse, this tale absurd,
of holy spam and sacred word,
where faith and folly intertwine,
and every post’s a faulty sign.

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