EPTIl miglior infestato
ZvT is the cruelest matchup, breeding
Zerglings from every larva, mixing
Claws and hellion fire, burning
Creep's roots with bullet rain.
Char keeps us warm, covering
Eggs in forgetful fire, feeding
Our little larva with transfusions.
Terran surprise us, coming over the Burning Rift
With a shower of pain; we swarm them with lings and banes,
And go under Dark Swarm, into their Command Center,
And drink blood, and infest an officer.
Bin gar keine Zerg, stamm' aus Koprulu, echt Terran!
And when we were larva, staying near the Overmind,
My overlord, he took me to the spawning pool,
And I was frightened. He said, Zxerghari
Zxerghari, the time is now. And down I went.
Under evolution, there we feel free.
We mutate, much of our lives, and go fight when we are asked to.
Where are the 'rines that rush, what armies grow
Out of this burning rubbish? Son of man,
You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken tank lines, where zerglings leap,
And the bunker gives no shelter, the medic no relief,
And the dry geysers no sound of vespene. Only
There is death on this red rock,
(Come in under our shadow on this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
An Ultra at full speed striding behind you
Or lurker spines at evening rising to greet you;
I will show you fear of a baneling bust.
Frisch weht der Wind
Der Heimat zu
Mein Terran Kind
Wo kann läufst du?
Ezra Pound
Be influenced by as many great artists as you can, but have the decency either to acknowledge the debt outright, or to try to conceal it.
Be influenced by as many great artists as you can, but have the decency either to acknowledge the debt outright, or to try to conceal it.
Based on The Wasteland, by TS Eliot: http://eliotswasteland.tripod.com/
i liked it. 
