The Tale of Nolan Crush

In Ohio’s silent corners, Nolan’s tears fall like rain, An autistic brony searching, wrestling with his pain. Obsessed with Gawr Gura’s laughter, it brightens up his days, Yet the sorrow never leaves him, as he fights through the haze. He found the Virtuall Asylum, a stage for his fight, Pouring out his sorrows, arguing through the night. Every post a battleground, where emotions run high, With no sense of security, he’s unable to hide. Oh, Nolan Crush, watching streams all day and night, throwing fits and throwing fists, it's your familiy's plight. Banned from every server, a violent crybaby, In the chaos of his mind, he longs to be free. A reckoning was coming, the judgment in the air, “Too different, too autistic” they said, “he’s too much to bear.” The gavel fell in silence, his fate was sealed that day, The explosion chamber beckoned, sending him away. Now he drifts through foreign lands, where the voices are strange, Posting in hidden corners, feeling lost and deranged. Waiting for the ban hammer, a ghost from days gone by, In the vastness of the online, he cries out to the sky. "lmaaaaooo" Oh, Nolan Crush, watching streams all day and night, throwing fits and throwing fists, it's your familiy's plight. banned from every server, a violent crybaby, In the chaos of his mind, he longs to be free. If you scroll through YouTube comments, you might see him around, An autistic heart still searching, in laughter, hope is found. His “lamao” shines like a beacon, cutting through the gray, A glimpse of Nolan Crush, navigating day by day LMAOOO