Originally Posted by Crent
This is a poem for the voting on throne.
Why the throne
released by chance,
given the choice
to vote at a glance.
Why the throne
rarest of rares,
it matches with everything
like apples an pears.
The Throne is Thys friend
Thow not betray it.
you vote now?
your just gonna delay it.
Don't vote for throne,
they'll soon be gonum
somthing that pure,
must not be turned common
The point that i'm making,
if you havent caught on.
if you vote for throne.
every habbo, staff, and hobba..
will soon be gone.
Vote "no" to throne.
Written By Crent
