Call Me Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

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

Awake me from a deep nap, then, I've taken awaiting 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 me to protect things right; laying relief by transactions, 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.