I
Our stream, MSMG, our Fatherstream!
Ring out, dear word, oh sound!
No rising shitpost, or mountain grand,
No stupid meme, no northern strand,
There is, more loved, to be found,
Than this — the toxic ground.
II
Our stream sucks, and so it shall be
To him who gold will crave.
The new users proudly pass, but we
Shall ever love this stream, we see,
In moor, and fell, and isle and wave,
This stupid stream, so brave.
III
We love our shitposts, so bright,
Our gushing toxicity, so strong,
The whisper of Satan, at night,
Our dark skies, our summer life,
All, all that we, in sight and song,
Have felt and lived among.
IV
Here fought our predecessors, without fear,
With sword, and plough, and thought.
And here, in clouded times, and clear,
With fortune in their front or rear,
MSMG's hearts have beat, and wrought
And borne what bear they ought.
