MCYT RANDOMNESS 2

Convex poem for Convex week

Every hermit on season 5 knew of their deeds

Pranked bases,, those faces, their chaos and greed

Cathedrals, mycelium, parrots and riches

Merch stores and masks, identity switches

They hid in that room, proclaiming their victories,

The lore and the history, the gore and the mysteries

NHO? Aliens? Conspiracies, lies

Rockets that crashed on the way to new skies

The self-proclaimed jingler, alias camouflaged

The misnamed jangler detectives unmasked

The shops and the property, off war profiteered

Capitalistic monopoly with which they revered

The Vex, and in their good favour remained

'The future of everything', Concorp claimed

Yet we see the server is presently devoid

Of that pranking pair that incessantly annoyed

As the seasons, the reasons, like their diamonds stack

Was their final prank that we thought they'd come back?

Was it all just forgotten, it can't be, they still mention

That long lost prank duo, far more than convention.

Claim it's references, easter eggs, nothing but still

We keep on believing that, one day, they will

Return, with the heads (despite their redesign)

Return with the pranks, more than poppies or signs

Return with the shedload of diamonds to flex

Return with the lore and return with the Convex