To XsT, An Ode.

We are a team, a team we are,
And comrades don't stray too far.
The enemy attacks and one is slain,
Vengeance. Our deaths are not in vain.

The battle threatens a dire tone,
Together we are stronger, lesser alone.
Never perish without a fight,
We will prevail, uber when in blight.

Purity of skill is what we believe,
Without crits training we receive.
For no crits, is all crits to our foes,
Our fury they will feel in our blows.

Fun we'll have, all the time,
Xeon laughing, Duece on the line.
Sick and Stup are abroad and away,
Craig and Ren, more they must play.

Insanity our Heavy and Scout,
Just bought new com, now want to throw out.
Rat and Q, our Soldier friends,
On them our defence most depends.

Mut plays Spy and comes from behind,
A knife in your back, you normally will find.
Ville's our sniper, or so they say,
Watch out. He playing Soldier today.

Feanor, he's our foreign talent,
wait so long, skill better relevant.
Truman's yelling, Spiddy's drunk,
Indi's in camp and Mass is punk.

HBB and Crim are epic support,
Madquack dunno defend what fort.
I'm Psyrabbit and I felt ghey,
So here's an ode to XsT, Selr MIA.

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