...Recently, while browsing the vast expanse of Google, I stumbled upon a funny poem. Check it out...

"Dedicated to all living beings"

Dwarves don't like
The Undead
Or Necromancers
They despise
Their offspring
Following their fathers' example
They chase the Undead
Vigorously with hammers

A fat peasant
From the Order faction
Is terrified of the Undead
To the point of vomiting
At night, he trembles
Under the bed in fear
Clutching tightly
In his calloused hands
A bronze crucifix
Garlic, and a locket
Having covered the window
With a stinky rag
So that the king
Doesn't regret the money
And, having received
A premium salary
The Knights, as a group,
Shouting "Go to hell!"
Try to drive
The Undead away from the gardens

The science of the Undead
Attracts mages
They are very curious
About how these vile creatures
With a head sewn on
Walk and grunt
Almost like the living
They need to
Definitely catch one
For scientific purposes
To tear off
Its legs and arms
And then watch:
Maybe the poor fellow
Will learn to sing?

Elves shoot at the Undead
Out of boredom
So that, from idleness,
Their bows don't deteriorate
Instead of
Gathering mushrooms
It's better to shoot
At the Undead from the birches

No one likes the Necromancer, alas
But honestly, I'll tell you:
He doesn't care
He loves equally
The living
Brainless Dwarves
And stupid Elves
He will gladly greet them
And shake their hand
Generously offering
Funerary honors
He will give you
Free of charge
Like in a fairy tale
An old bow
And an army helmet
A worn-out boot
Just for laughs
So that he can't
Run far
You will join
The banner of the Lord of the Graves
You can forget
How you lived before
Elves are wise and
Dwarves are brave
Humans are cunning,
But that's not important
All your power is
Under the protection of the day
Midnight will come and
Ask me:
Who comes to life under
The full moon and
Brings peace to innocent souls.
You will ask and hear
A clear answer -
There is no army
Better than the dead.