Canto II

With lots of words of the dark meaning
a great wall we reached at last
and for the damned looked hard the cleaning

For one rubbed off an hundred new
and their fervour was no good
in their brain insanity grew

Who are they? Are they mad?
They are MOD don't care about them,
They choosed this life and they seem to be glad.

By real evil I was tempted too
But I felt myself some dark and some pig,
Cause sneaky and grining some words I drew

And even more piercing to me it seems
My master pointing to:
For every users twenty teams!!!

The devilish cheaters for laughers were crying,
and the damned struck 'em with axe
but at every hit they were multiplying.

But master they are doing good!
They are GM... what cruel fate.
Never end their misery could.

We left this place so sad,
heading to the next,
but reached the end I nearly had.

I saw dark souls sighing and chatting together
For every grammatical mistake a devil whipped
and the souls hard cried for the leather

They've studied the language, was like a dope,
They were LA and now no more.
For them there's last no hope!

And then was the turn of the one stoned to death
For once they had been the National Team Coach,
Why now are they hitted till lose their breathe?

Cause if you are good they're gonna stone you
if you are bad they're gonna stone you
always stones for you, everything you do

It's now time to see your player rating and team formation.
Oh my god they are so many and so nice,
Eventually I could see my beloved stars my only salvation!

Canto I