In the grim darkness
of the far future, there is
only More Dakka.
The Gauss beam flays him
And a guardsman falls down, dead
By proxy, mankind.
On your drop ship hull
I planted a melta bomb
Blood for the Blood God
Dropship screams earth-ward
And here come the Space Marines
You guys are so fucked
A strange world's design
A dying man upon a throne
Watches his world burn
Unknown
False gods and Man's evils
Become real through psychic might
Satan's out of the job
Got a humie here
How do I solve this problem
More Dakka of course!