Shall I compare thee to a weap?
Thou art more slow and less DPS:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of Forest,
And Summer Event's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometimes too hot the eye of Falz shines,
And too often is his platinum complexion Dim:
And every fair from fair sometimes declines,
By chance or Native's changing percentage untrimm'd;
By thy eternal Summer Event shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of the PDs thou owest;
Nor shall Olga brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in Phantasmal World 4 thou growest:
So long as humans can breathe or casts can see,
So long lives Final Impact with 10 hit % and gives life to thee.
i like a weap