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===Praise to Chaos===
''The following was found scrawled across the hallways of a derelict vessel''.

First and last, the Lord of Decay<br/>
Borne unto us under sickly skies of green<br/>
Ushered in to this world on seven dying breathes<br/>
Your birth cries were a balm of laughter<br/>

To you we owe eternity our stalwart friend<br/>
Who takes our pain and soothes our souls<br/>
Who shepherds our souls to the everlasting<br/>
We bless you Nurgle<br/>

Second born, the Changer of Ways<br/>
Within the womb of thunderous blue you could not wait<br/>
With naught but nine whispers you were free<br/>
A beacon of hope against the dark<br/>

To you we owe all wisdom our secret master<br/>
Who showed us the hope and sorcery<br/>
Who took our feeble forms and made them better<br/>
We bless you Tzeentch<br/>

Third born, Taker of Skulls<br/>
Your womb was a world drowned in red<br/>
Cut free from its flesh by eight empires<br/>
Your screams proclaimed your might<br/>

To you we owe power our mighty champion<br/>
Who blessed us with us with the strength to challenge<br/>
Who forged us the way of honor<br/>
We bless you Khorne<br/>

Fourth but not Final, the Prince of Pleasure<br/>
Your unborn slumber roused by pink flesh writhing in ecstasy<br/>
Waiting no more you took six perfected masters as your own<br/>
Your majesty stilled the cosmos<br/>

To you we owe all delights our perfected noble<br/>
Who polished our souls unto glory<br/>
Who takes us to revel in bliss<br/>
We bless you Slaanesh<br/>

Not all gods have been born to us the blessed<br/>
Three more slumber unborn; their hour not yet here<br/>
But if you listen their cries can be heard<br/>
Jostling in their cosmic womb for their chance<br/>

The Golden Tyrant, for you we wait<br/>
To you all will bow and beg their place<br/>
And in the gears of your great machine<br/>
All souls are put pieces of a puzzle<br/>

The Ashen Mother, for you we wait<br/>
The tender caress of your cloying roots<br/>
To your loving touch the walls of minds will crumble<br/>
And together we will all be one<br/>

The Black Renegade, for you we wait<br/>
Your guidance will exalt the soul to stand alone<br/>
The cries of division are a chorus to your ears<br/>
And the curses of your kin are but badges of honor<br/>