This happens to be,
a poem from the heart.
Threatening a Sentaari,
wasn't too smart.

I've found my voice,
you need to lose yours.
You have free-choice,
to choose your own course.

Empty threats by you,
make Saelam's sound better.
Your tone is too crude,
so get it together.

You speak of the Imperium,
like you belong.
Your just a fork,
thats missing a prong.
Useless

Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Variach, in the year 116 MA.