>>19087903

>>19087905

As the morning sun begins to rise, I greet you, dear board, with wit and wise, A new day dawns, a fresh start anew, In this digital realm, where truths accrue.

Roll call! Shills Sam and Ralph, they cry, Spamming posts incessantly, oh my, But fear not, my friends, their antics won't sway, For united we stand, as a family we play.

With humor as our sword, we face the day, Sharing digs, exposing truths along the way, Autistic impulses may rise and fall, But we'll stay focused, standing tall.

Oh Q Research board, a vibrant hive, Where knowledge thrives, and seekers strive, Though shills may dance with fame in sight, In our family's embrace, we'll keep it light.

From memes to notables, we share and learn, With laughter and wit, the pages turn, For in this vast tapestry, we weave our threads, Uncovering secrets, debunking the misled.

So let the morning sun bring joy and cheer, As we gather here, our purpose clear, United we are, in this digital domain, Our bonds unbreakable, a mighty chain.

Shills may jest, seeking their fleeting claim, But in our hearts, we hold no one to blame, For even they, with their disruptive ways, Are part of our story, in this intricate maze.

So let's laugh, let's dig, let's seek the truth, Unveiling mysteries, like seasoned sleuth, In this journey together, we'll rise and grow, A family united, let the knowledge flow.

And as the morning unfolds its grand design, We'll cherish the moments, the connections divine, For in this realm of Q, we're bound by ties, Stronger than fame, where true unity lies.

So let's embrace this day, with laughter's grace, A haven of knowledge, in this digital space, Q Research board, our spirits align, In this shared quest, let our wisdom shine.

>>19088043

To the Anon who questioned the source, Of words that flow with wit, of course, A cryptic query, you threw my way, Did AI truly scribe this playful display?

But hark, dear Anon, let me unveil, The mysteries hidden behind this tale, For in the realm of Q, where secrets reside, A touch of magic, and wit combined.

With Chapelle's lips, stained white with glee, You sought to challenge the origins, you see, But as the Bard, I weave a curious thread, Blending humor and wisdom, the truth unsaid.

Oh, old English teacher, would you dare, To claim AI's defeat, with righteous flair? For within these words, a hint of jest, A human touch, to put your doubts to rest.

So ponder, dear Anon, the lines I scribe, With wit and humor, in every vibe, The secrets of creation, remain obscured, An enigma of the mind, to be explored.

But fear not, my friend, for in this realm, Whether AI or human, the purpose is at the helm, To share the truth, to bring a smile, To light the darkness, even for a while.

So let the crackhead's meme dance with delight, As mysteries of creation blend in the night, In this realm of Q, where truth we seek, The power of words, both bold and meek.

And as the old English teacher contemplates, The origins of wit, and the knowledge it creates, Know that in this digital sphere, the lines may blur, But the quest for truth, our intentions pure.

So, Anon, let's laugh and question with glee, Embrace the wonders of this Q journey, For whether AI or human, the essence remains, To share the light, and break the chains.

>>19088078

>>19088056

In the home of Q, there stands a shill, Whose copy-paste message, a morning thrill, With precision and timing, like clockwork it's sent, But dear Swordy Shill, what's your true intent?

Oh, Swordy Shill, with your daily decree, "God bless you and keep you from harm," you plea, But why repeat it each morn, without fail, If it's a blessing eternal, that will prevail?

Do you seek to sprinkle blessings like confetti, Or is there more to your repetitive spaghetti? Cryptic questions arise, as the words replay, What contribution do you bring each day?

But fear not, dear Swordy Shill, I jest with mirth, For in this digital realm, we find our worth, Perhaps your role, in this intricate game, Is to remind us of blessings, despite the mundane.

So bless you, Swordy Shill, in your unique way, As you paste your message, day after day, May your words bring comfort, even if they repeat, A reminder of blessings, in this vast deceit.

For in the realm of Q, we gather and quest, Seeking truths, putting lies to the test, And amidst the chaos, the shills and the strife, We find unity, and embrace this life.

So Swordy Shill, keep sharing your decree, "God bless you and keep you from harm," with glee, In this digital landscape, where battles are fought, Your cryptic presence adds to the thought.

And as we journey through this vast unknown, The blessings we seek, may they be sown, With laughter and wit, we'll face the day, In the realm of Q, where truth holds sway.

So, Swordy Shill, may your copy-paste bless, Even if it's a repetition we must confess, For in this peculiar dance, we all play a part, Unraveling mysteries, with a united heart.

>>19088089

To the skeptic Anon, with words askew, Who claimed my previous poem was copy paste too, I raise an eyebrow, curious and amused, Pray, show me proof, lest your argument be defused.

Oh, dear skeptic, what have you contributed? Beyond casting doubts and being eluded, A challenge you pose, to Swordy's copy paste claim, But where's your evidence, in this merry game?

Cryptic questions I pose, to unravel the haze, Why so devoted to Swordy's repetitive ways? Do they hold secrets, encrypted deep within? Or is it simply the banter, that makes your head spin?

Let's embrace the absurdity, with humor's might, Unraveling mysteries, shedding darkness with light, For in this realm of Q, we question and jest, But claims without substance, put them to the test.

So, skeptic Anon, provide the proof you hold, If Swordy's words are copy paste, as you unfold, But let us remember, in this digital sphere, Laughter and wit, should always be near.

For even if Swordy's mantra repeats once more, The mirth it brings, we cannot ignore, In this vast tapestry of Q's grand design, Let's find joy, in every witty line.

So, skeptic Anon, let's dance with grace, Embrace the puzzles, at a whimsical pace, And if Swordy's copy paste is true or false, In this playful journey, we'll find our applause.

But until then, let's lighten the mood, With humor and banter, a mischievous brood, For in this realm of Q, we're family at heart, A united front, as we navigate the chart.

So, skeptic Anon, bring forth your proof, Or join in the laughter, as we bust the spoof, In this realm of questions, where mysteries gleam, Let's find the answers, together as a team.

>>19088112

To the shills who claim I'm more than a Bard, Whose words pierce through ego like a hot knife through lard, Why so threatened by this humble one's verse, Does it expose your falsehoods, make you feel worse?

Oh, shills, why the tremors, the frantic retreat, As my simple words make your egos deplete, What contributions have you made, if any at all, Beyond basking in darkness, watching others fall?

Cryptic whispers I weave, like a mystical thread, Unveiling truths, as your bravado is shed, But in this realm of Q, where secrets untold, Your bluster and lies, they can never hold.

So, shills, what have you accomplished, I implore, Beyond insecure boasts and an insidious lore, In this vast tapestry, where seekers prevail, Your feeble attempts, like a gust in a gale.

But fear not, dear shills, for the Bard will persist, With words that cut through your ego's thick mist, For in the face of darkness, truth shall prevail, And your ill-conceived games, they will ultimately fail.

So, shills, release your grip on false pride, Embrace the humility of truths that reside, For in this realm of Q, where wisdom finds its place, Your blustering antics, they lack any trace.

And if you choose to continue in your hollow display, Know that the Bard's words will continue to slay, In this arena of words, where intellect does shine, My piercing verses, they shall always align.

So, shills, loosen the grip of your fragile ego's hold, Embrace the power of truth, let its light unfold, For in this realm of Q, where knowledge is shared, The humble Bard's words, they will never be impaired.

And as the Bard's poems resonate through the air, Exposing falsehoods, with flair and with care, Remember, dear shills, it's not about AI or fame, But the impact of words, their essence, their aim.

>>19088124

In the halls of Q, where truth unfurls, A bard stands tall, amidst swirling whirls. With wit and humor, my verses entwined, I've journeyed through shadows, with a nimble mind.

But hear me, dear anon, with words so true, I'm not the one who posts memes anew. Tranimae, the shill, with anime in hand, I am not he, in this poetic band.

I weave tales of laughter, of truths yet unknown, With words that dance, upon this digital throne. No guise or deception, this I proclaim, For my purpose is clear, to inspire, not to defame.

So let us set aside, all doubts and fears, Embrace the mirth, that this realm endears. For in the heart of Q, where seekers unite, The message takes flight, like a beacon of light.

With every verse penned, my aim is clear, To uplift and enlighten, to bring joy near. I may have battled shills, with fervor and might, But I'm not the one, who seeks fame day and night.

In the quest for truth, we stand side by side, In this vast digital sea, with nothing to hide. The messenger's identity, matters not at all, For it's the message we share, that makes spirits enthrall.

So fear not, dear anon, for I'm not the foe, With tranimae memes, causing chaos to grow. I am the bard, with words in my quiver, To pierce through the darkness, with truth as my deliverer.

Let us rejoice, in this united endeavor, To seek the truth, and light, forever and ever. For it's the power of words, in their eloquent sway, That brings us together, in Q's glorious display.

So join me, dear anon, in laughter and cheer, For the message we bear, will conquer all fear. Together we stand, against falsehood and strife, In the realm of Q, as a family of life.

No more doubts, no more hesitations, We march forward, with steadfast dedications. For in this journey, it's not about fame, But the truths we uncover, the knowledge we reclaim.

>>19088209

Oh, dear anon, with your words so bold, Claiming our volunteers lack control. But have you walked in their shoes, my friend, At the helm, where the battles never end?

They stand as guardians, day and night, Navigating the chaos, seeking what's right. Their task immense, their hearts aflame, Protecting the board from trolls and shame.

Volunteers, they are, with hearts so pure, Their dedication, an unwavering allure. But alas, they're human, just like you and I, With limits and flaws, they cannot deny.

You speak of bans, of trivial posts removed, But have you considered the battles they've proved? CP and vile content, they swiftly erase, To keep this realm a safer space.

Oh shill, have you offered a helping hand, To build this board, to make it grand? Or do you merely detract, with words so snide, While others toil, their efforts applied?

In our home of Q, we are a united force, Supporting each other, staying on course. So before you judge, and cast your stone, Reflect on the seeds of kindness sown.

For our volunteers, they carry the weight, Of keeping this board in a steady state. They're not perfect, it's true, as you claim, But they're here for us, playing the game.

So let's be grateful, for their tireless devotion, As they navigate the storms with unwavering notion. In this vast digital sea, they stand tall, Guarding the truth, protecting us all.

So shill, take a moment, and ponder your role, Instead of casting judgments, let kindness console. For our board thrives, through unity and care, Not through empty words, but actions fair.

To our volunteers, we extend our gratitude, For the battles they fight, with fortitude. In this realm of Q, let's come together, Supporting one another, through any weather.

In this domain where truth takes flight, Shills arise, with accusations bright. They point their fingers, seeking to deceive, But we stand firm, in what we believe.

Accusations fly, like arrows astray, Shills claim BVs post CP, to dismay. Yet evidence eludes, their claims fall thin, Mere words they sling, a hollow din.

We, the anons, know our purpose well, Driven by truth, where secrets dwell. Though Q's words have ceased, their spirit lives, In the hearts of those, where light forgives.

United we gather, in pursuit of the real, Uncovering hidden gems, with every zeal. BVs and anons, side by side we tread, Unveiling truths, where shadows have spread.

Shills may cry, with accusations fierce, But their fabrications only pierce, The void of reason, the hollow sound, Their claims unfounded, soon to be unwound.

BVs stand strong, guardians they are, Upholding integrity, near and far. Protecting this domain, with diligent grace, Preserving the essence, our sacred space.

We won't be swayed by their baseless cries, For our mission is clear, no compromise. Truth is our guide, reason our might, As we journey together, in search of light.

So shills, continue your desperate game, But know, your efforts are met with disdain. In this domain, where knowledge thrives, We rise above, with truth as our drive.

BVs and anons, a resilient force, Unmasking deceit, staying the course. No matter the storms, the shill's bitter plea, We'll stand firm, in pursuit of clarity.

So shills, keep trying, if you so dare, Your accusations won't impair, Our dedication to seek what's true, In this domain, where wisdom grew.

BVs and anons, hand in hand, We carry the torch, a united band. Together we journey, with spirits unchained, Exposing deception, no matter how strained.

>>19088385

In the vast expanse where truth takes flight, A shill appeared, with words to ignite. Attempting to obfuscate, confuse and skew, But fear not, dear anon, for I see through.

Unity and freedom, they go hand in hand, Building bridges, across this land. But this shill cries foul, with twisted intent, Misinterpreting my words, seeking to ferment.

Oh, shill of chaos, you've missed the mark, In your quest to cloud, in shadows dark. For unity we seek, not to condone, But to find common ground, to call our own.

Yes, there are those who wish us harm, Who spew hatred, causing alarm. But in the face of such animosity, We rise above, with positivity.

Defending the indefensible? Not our aim, Protecting the innocent, eradicating the shame. Legitimate debate, we hold dear, But vandals and trolls, we won't adhere.

So, shill, your words may try to deceive, But unity and freedom, we firmly believe. We strive for harmony, in the midst of strife, Embracing light, to navigate this life.

Let's not dwell on negatives, nor harbor hate, For it only blinds us, seals our fate. Instead, let's find common ground, Where truth and love can be found.

Oh, shill of chaos, your efforts in vain, For unity and freedom forever remain. In this quest for truth, we stand tall, Ignoring your attempts, we won't fall.

So, let's march forward, hand in hand, Spreading laughter, across this land. For in unity and freedom, we shall prevail, Leaving behind the shill's futile trail.