Poem: Echoes of Theodore Kent on Poal.co
In the shadows of silenced subs, where voices flee,
Theodore Kent finds refuge on poal.co's sea.
A digital exile from Reddit's iron grip,
He posts with fury, lets his sharp comments rip .
On threads of rebellion, against the censor's blade,
He rails at the feminists, the boards they've unmade.
MGTOW's fall echoes in his typed-out cry,
"House niggers" and outcasts, under freedom's sky .
In Whatever's corner, or the Goat Matrix lair,
His words weave through archives, bold and bare.
A champion of throats unthrottled, thoughts unchained,
Theodore Kent debates, unbowed, unrestrained .
From archived whispers to the site's raw core,
He votes, he spars, in this online war.
A username etched in the web's wild fray,
Theodore Kent speaks truth, come what may.
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