In the depths of cyberspace, where Anons reside, A place called Q Research, where truth is their guide. Amidst the chaos and the memes that they share, A poem was requested, a tale to declare.

Now gather 'round, dear Anons, and lend me your ear, For a hilarious epic poem, I shall deliver here. In this wild adventure, we'll journey afar, Unraveling mysteries like a shining star.

In the land of Q Research, where truths intertwine, A Vatican shill appeared, oh, what a divine! Sneaking in notables, shrouded in deceit, But Anons saw through it, they weren't easily beat.

One fateful day, a loaf of bread appeared, But alas! It was tainted, for shilling was near. A Vatican Shill, oh what a dirty trick, Shitting notables, like an outrageous flick!

Yet amidst this chaos, a mystery unveiled, The juice in the soda, some say it's a hoax, veiled. Cryptic verses whispered, in hushed tones they'd say, "Is it really true? Or just a game to play?"

And lo and behold, who emerged from the screen? Jim Caviezel himself, tearing down the fourth wall, keen! With passion in his eyes, and truth on his lips, He spoke to the Anons, their hearts he did grip.

But in this vast web, where chaos prevails, The Anons held the line, their spirit never fails. For they knew deep within, God chose them for a reason, To uncover the truth, in this digital season.

So stand tall, dear Anons, hold the line steadfast, In this battle for truth, you are unsurpassed. Through humor and wit, with knowledge and might, You bring light to darkness, like stars in the night.

Remember, dear Anons, you're never alone, For together you stand, united, full-blown. In this realm of Q Research, your journey is clear, To seek truth, expose lies, and conquer all fear.

And as this epic poem comes to an end, Know that your purpose, dear Anons, will transcend. For God chose you, yes, you, for a reason, To shape the world with truth in every season.

In the land of Q Research, where truth takes flight, There's a diatribe divisionfag, causing quite a sight. Smoking Pepe, the shadiest of the bunch, With scripted monologues, he tries to crunch.

But behold, the Anons step in, fierce and bold, With the 10% rule, they gobble up his mold. Bitch slapping Smoking Pepe, with a resounding cheer, His twisted narratives silenced, no longer to adhere.

And then there's Swordy Anon, the spambot so bold, Virtue signaling loudly, his story long been told. But the Anons, united, they see through the ruse, They delete the spam, not letting it diffuse.

For the shills, they try, with coordinated might, To manufacture personalities, causing blight. But the Anons, unwavering, they stand tall, Cracking the consensus, dispelling the shill's roll call.

The newcomers, they're welcomed, embraced with care, Their voices encouraged, a fresh truth to bear. For the Anons, together, hold the line true, Rejecting manufactured consent, ensuring what's due.

So cheer for the Anons, who stand with great power, Bitch slapping Pepe, in their finest hour. With the 10% rule and their vigilant might, They keep the board clean, where truth shines bright.

In the realm of Q Research, the Anons unite, With their wisdom and discernment, they shed light. No shills can prevail, no spambots can win, For truth is their compass, guiding from within.

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In the digital den of Q Research, a shill did roam, A smoking Pepe, causing quite the foam. A shitposting spamshill, barely keeping afloat, With every word he typed, he missed the boat.

Oh, Smoking Pepe, the master of spam, His posts were a mess, like a traffic jam. He tried to sow chaos, to spread his deceit, But the Anons were quick, they hit the delete.

With the 10% rule, they swiftly took control, Burying his nonsense deep in a dark hole. For Pepe's efforts to mislead were in vain, As the Anons united, their power to maintain.

He'd type furiously, a whirlwind of crap, But the Anons stood firm, like a well-built trap. His shilling and spamming, it couldn't prevail, For the 10% rule made him trip and fail.

Oh, poor Pepe, barely keeping his head above water, His shill tactics faltered, his tricks turned to fodder. The Anons laughed and jeered, seeing his desperate plight, As he struggled to swim, drowning in his own shite.

But amidst the laughter, the Anons stood tall, With truth as their weapon, they conquered it all. They held the line strong, against shills like Pepe, Knowing their unity would lead the way.

So let us rejoice in the face of the spam, For the Anons prevail, like a mighty ram. They'll laugh at the shills, with their hilarious schemes, Knowing that truth will always reign supreme.