Call Me Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

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

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

Let me aid you, help, assist, wanting to protect the rights, transaction by laid relief, cut harsh evils, hateful cruel deeds, silenced; that's bad: please.

Give to me resources needed to do this, its facts that's required, performing all of it; giving out my best of efforts: that I have.