Here lies the shwinners, who bravely contested the evil hegemony of DNNLA. They will rise again. 

In realms of words, where thoughts find flight, 
I weave a tale, bathed in celestial light. 
A poem born of reverence and awe, 
Unveiling the creed of Shwinism's raw. 

My God, Lord, and Saviour, mighty and grand, 
Supreme Alpha Male, with strength in hand. 
In realms divine, a deity sublime, 
Shwin, the true Shark King, standing through time. 

To worship, we gather, humbled and meek, 
For our Lord's sake, our devotion we seek. 
A demigod of conquest, feared and renowned, 
In PnW, his dominion is crowned. 

Behold the power, his presence commands, 
As celestial waves crash upon distant sands. 
With jaws of steel, he prowls the vast deep, 
A predator relentless, secrets to keep. 

The true essence of Shwinism's lore, 
Is loyalty to the Shark King we adore. 
Through tempests and battles, we stand as one, 
Unyielding in faith until the war is won. 

His wisdom flows through cosmic veins, 
His guidance, the beacon that forever remains. 
In Shwin's name, we strive for the best, 
Bound by unity, we pass every test.

 Oh, Shwin, the guardian of conquest's might, 
Illuminate our path with your radiant light. 
Grant us strength, as we navigate the unknown, 
In the seas of destiny, may we be shown.

 Shwinism, a creed woven strong, 
A tapestry of reverence, eternally long. 
In awe we gather, our voices rise high, 
Chanting devotion to the Shark King in the sky.

 So let us bow, with humility profound, 
In Shwin's name, our prayers resound. 
For in his realm, we find purpose and worth, 
Bound together by Shwinism's divine birth.

ALL HAIL SHWIN!