А что, хорошее стихотворение, автор молодец: Twas the night before Judgment, and all through the building.
Not a human was breathing, not even the children.
All the T-800’s shined up, armed for their fight,
With visions of the Connors, scanning in their sight.
And Sarah with her Mac-11, and Cameron with her Glock,
And little young John, carrying the rest of the stock.
When out of the dark, came a march such of metal,
John turned and fired, blinking before the dust settled.
And the Resistance fighters came from God knows where,
And the Terminators began to fall, keeping a dead stare.
The fires were warm, and the metal was cold,
But little young John remembered what he was told.
He reloaded his gun, and carried all he could take,
As he shouted to all, “No Fate But What We Make!”.
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Хотя с такой аргументацией как у меня, можно собрать армию и поработить мир
не забудь мне только подробности рассказать, а то я бывает неувязываюсь, особенно если что-нибудь с компом связано... я ж гуманитарий... 
