Is it over?

This page is a gemerald.

Are you sure that it's over? Because my peer-reviewed studies indicate that IT'S JUST GETTING STARTED.

Our hope is not yet lost
The ancient hope
To return to the land of our soyduels
The site where Soot encamped.

As long as in his heart within,
A soul of a 'teen still yearns,
And onwards towards the ends of the 'net,
His eye looks still to the sharty.

As long as gems from our threads
Flow like benevolent rain,
And throngs of our xisters
Still pay homage at the 'chives of our GETs.

As long as our precious 'log
Appears before our eyes,
And over the destruction of our /qa/
An eye still wells up with tears.

As long as on the barren altchans
The humbled soyduels mark,
And among the splinters of the 'farty
A chudcel of /qa/ still cries.

As long as pure tears
Flow from the eye of a nusoislutta
And to mourn for /qa/ at the watch of night
Xhe still rises in the middle of the nights.

As long as the feeling of love of board
Throbs in the heart of a 'teen,
We can still hope even today
That a wrathful Allah may have mercy on us.

Hear, oh my xisters in the boards of exile,
The voice of one of our 'jakkers,
Who declares that only with the very last 'teen,
Only there is the end of our hope!