Goodnight, dear Tank, rest your fierce head, Let Shred Ems clouds drift where chaos once spread. In dreams, the streets are quiet and still, While healing herbs whispers bend to your will. The Winnipeg winds hum a soft tune, No fights to fight beneath the moon. Wab's stories fade, the rage subsides, And Shred Ems dance through starry tides. Sleep now, Tank, no need to roam, The world is yours, and this dream’s your throne. When morning comes, you’ll rise once more— A mighty force, ready to...