P.O.V Tommy's
There was once a great nation.
A great nation that stood tall and strong amongst the rest.
A place of peace and prosperity.
A place where people could make new beginnings.
It was founded by my general, my president, my friend, my brother Wilbur Soot.
He built this nation up for the ground.
I was always second. I was the vice president of this great country.
Wilbur would rather die than give up his independence from the SMP. I followed him.
Every step of the way did I follow my brother.
That was until his corruption....
I would hear him mumbling the words of the anthem everywhere he went.
"I heard there was a special place, where men could go and emancipate."
One day he asked me if we were the bad guys. I told him no but I think he was too far gone to listen.
On one faithful day. November 16, 2020, would be the day that haunts me.
Wilbur, my own brother, the one who led the first war.
The one who fought for our independence. Became the second traitor of L'Manburg.
"There was once a special place. I'm saying that it was there but now it's not."
I remember seeing the male I considered a father across the crater as he murdered my brother. It was what Wilbur wanted correct?
Even though I lost it once we could rebuild. We still had the groundworks. The support was there we just had to build off of it.
But, I said goodbye to my great country January 6, 2021, I said farewell to L'Manburg.
L'Manburg may no longer be a place but it lives on in the people that were once in that great country.
I heard there was a special place,
where men could go and emancipate,
the brutality
and tyranny
of their rulers.
Well, this place is real,
you needn't fret,
with Wilbur, Tommy, Tubbo, Fuck Eret
A very big and not blown up L'Manburg.
My L'Manburg,
My L'Manburg.
My L'Manburg,
My L'Manburg.
For freedom and for liberty,
our nation sought to build on these,
a victory for all under our freedom.
Well the darkness came and then it went,
we built a home and watched it end.
And from the rubble,
emerged my great
L'Manburg.
My L'Manburg,
My L'Manburg.
My L'Manburg,
My L'Manburg.
With hands, bloodied
and knees, feeble.
Our people rose like
The Grand Eagle,
Our empty fields and canals 'round
L'Mantree.
With sweat and tears we armed our ranks.
We laid foundations in our land.
And all lips from here up to forever
We sing L'Manburg,
We sing L'Manburg.
We sing L'Manburg,
We sing L'Manburg.
Goodbye L'Manburg.
