Do not go gentle into that held site,
The bomb should beep and flash at close of day;
Spray, spray against the ending of the fight.

Though awpers at their end know saving is right,
Because their guns had picked no crossers they
Do not go gentle onto that held site.

Good entrys, the last push by, crying how bright
Their team’s flashes have danced in their own way,
Spray, spray against the ending of the fight.

Wild sprays which caught and slew the Ts in flight,
Who learned, too late, they flashed themselves on their way,
Do not go gentle into that held site.

Flashed men, close long, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could shoot like madmen in the fray,
Spray, spray against the ending of the fight.

And you, IGL, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce plans, I pray.
Do not go gentle onto that held site.

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