Pepenix

In the blackest night, we fall low, In the grip of woe, where shadows grow, Yet from the ember's bed, a green creature, A Pepe, flaming, conquering foes. From death's embrace, it burst in light, A symbol of hope, in direst night, As we watched its fiery ascent, Our spirits rose, from sorrow's lament. With the Pepe as our guiding ray, "We art reborn," we dare to say, In the midst of our despairing age, We found the strength to rise and repair