I Am Death 

The pathway to revealing chaos

Is begun by creating order

As in our world where factions border

Patristic, nationalistic pride

Stars and stripes and stitches in our sides.

We're crafting rules just to break them down

Singing drunken eulogies in round

Ah, but at least there is defiance

Masked puritanical compliance

But really a joker wearing spades.

Here our feeble eyes are crossed and glazed

To convey an infirm appearance.

Bondage of the will makes adherence

A betnoir's glimpse of grinning ghasts

Where Tanaris breaching reach is past

And we're just phantoms wearing halos.